Free Riders Club Quotes & Sayings

Of all the weapons the Europeans brought to the Pacific, guns included, none was more powerful and more capable of effecting lasting change than written language. — Laurence Bergreen

Dave's playing and repertoire evokes memories of the golden era of Modern Jazz, and in addition to being a nice guy he happens to be a bebopper of the finest order. — Chris Cortez

In most of the European countries - France stands out in its resistance to this particular form of American cultural imperialism - the national film industries were forced onto the defensive after the war by such binding agreements. — Fredric Jameson

Two men are equally free from the rage of ambition; are they therefore equal in merit? Perhaps not; one may be above ambition, the other below it. — Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brooke

And yet, despite everything I just shared, I still couldn't admit to another person that I am lonely. — Kath C. Eustaquio-Derla

Heaven isn't a place, it's a state of consciousness.
- 595Harold Klemp Stories to Help You See God in Your Life, ECK Parables, Book 4, page 367 — Harold Klemp

Truth is the key to unlocking the door to divine confidence. This is a truth that can be felt only when you get out of your head and into your heart. When you're blind to this truth, you're left to the limited power of your human will. — Debbie Ford

Why are you smiling like that?"
"I'm just happy."
"Why?"
"Because you're here. You're real. And you're mine. — Jay McLean

My name is Percy Jackson.
I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah. You could say that. — Rick Riordan

I don't think we should take the emotional reactions of a few people as more representative than those of the millions of people who took to the street in a non-violent way against dictators. — Tariq Ramadan

The next day was, for Emma, a dismal one. Everything seemed enveloped in a black atmosphere that hovered indistinctly over the exterior of things, and sorrow rushed into her soul, moaning softly like the winter wind in abandoned manor houses. It was the sort of reverie you sink into over something that will never return again, the lassitude that overcomes you with each thing that is finished, the pain you suffer when any habitual motion is stopped, when a prolonged vibration abruptly ceases. — Gustave Flaubert

Tobias, knowing nothing about Shanti, couldn't contain his displeasure at a woman tagging along. He kept his distaste to huffs, however, being a well-versed fighter - he knew better than to piss off the Captain. Shanti, knowing better than to waste time, didn't punch him in the throat. All in all, they got along. — K.F. Breene