
I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.
– Harley King
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- Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i’d rather have Harley’s colors. – Beth Revis
- Beyond the stars you see are other stars, stars beyond stars,’ she told him, ‘and all are dreams, like shoals of fish in the oceans of the night. – Keith Miller
- Sachin’s pedal sweep confirmed that physical conditions and age cannot stop you from hitting boundaries. – Amit Kalantri
- I floor the gas pedal. The Sonoramic Commando V-8 growls like an angry tiger and leapfrogs us ahead of the traffic. – Daven Anderson
- May your heart be lighter today. – Harley King
- Once you start down the slippery slope of depression, it’s hard to climb off of it. And sometimes you don’t want to climb off of it. – Keary Taylor
- Life is a wall, you have to climb it by pushing others to climb over and you will be pushed as well. Give a helping hand today. – Bernard Kelvin Clive
- I climb fences when i got fences to climb. – John Steinbeck
- Travelers we are, in this journey of memory. Aboard together we might, and get off at different times.Still, memory lingers. – Anonymous
- I’ve been living for too long abroad and aboard, Methinking the concept of being grounded or floored. – Ana Claudia Antunes
- Geoff’s arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S. British-Craphole. – Katherine McIntyre
- Step aboard and we will fly through the window, through the sky – Brian Wildsmith
- There were always those passengers who came aboard bearing grudges against the modern age. – Erik Larson
- We fear what we most desire. – Harley King
- May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits. – Harley King
- May your dreams be gifts from the gods and may you open them with excitement and pleasure. – Harley King
- Nothing stays the same and nothing changes. What is old today will be new tomorrow. What is new today will be forgotten tomorrow. – Harley King
- One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art. – Harley King
- How little we understandof the gifts we have been givenor the shape of the pathwe took to reach our salvation. – Harley King
- The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death. – Harley King
- Too often our visions of the futureare dull and impotentlike a hammer beating the water. – Harley King
- Writing poetry is about learning to pare down the poem to the most essential words. Every word used has to be crucial to the poem. – Harley King
- Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers. – Harley King
- My dream stood in the way of appreciating what I did have. – Harley King
- Celebrate the gift of memory. – Harley King
- Tomorrow is a memory best forgotten. – Harley King
- Sometimes we live too much in the past,remembering what we wished had happened. – Harley King
- Memory shimmers as a crystal lakethat reflects all things invisible. – Harley King
- Over time our tears will help heal the pain and soothe the hurt. – Harley King
- Laughter is a gift for lovers. – Harley King
- May your journey through life be vibrant and full of colorful rainbows. – Harley King
- Life often is a bucket of water sitting on a farmer’s porch. Our choice is in the drinking. – Harley King
- Story is a ????erfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want to be. – Harley King
- Our stories are not new; yet, in the retelling we are reborn as heroes. – Harley King
- I have learned to have pride in what I do. – Harley King
- Our flesh is a gift of laughter. – Harley King
- Hope is a rainbow of thought. – Harley King
- The path to success is not a straight line. – Harley King
- Too much has been given and too much has been lost. – Harley King
- Growing up, I used to climb out my window onto the roof and look up at the stars. There, in the quiet, I would write stories inside my head. – Christy Hall
