Truck Pulls Quotes & Sayings

An unrecorded goal is only a wish. — Paul R. Timm

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred. — Honore De Balzac

Last September 16th, I was walking in downtown Seattle when this pick-up truck pulls up in front of me. Guy leans out the window and yells, "Go back to your own country," and I was laughing so hard because it wasn't so much a hate crime as a crime of irony. — Sherman Alexie

After about half an hour, Mr. Sorenson turns onto a narrow unpaved road. Dirt rises around us as we drive, coating the windshield and side windows. We pass more fields and then a copse of birch tree skeletons, cross through a dilapidated covered bridge over a murky stream still sheeted with ice, turn down a bumpy dirt road bordered by pine trees. Mr. Sorenson is holding a card with what looks like directions on it. He slows the truck, pulls to a stop, looks back toward the bridge. Then he peers out the grimy windshield at the trees ahead. "No goldarn signs," he mutters. He puts his foot on the pedal and inches forward. Out — Christina Baker Kline

Glasses, yet to make the masquerade complete, at such a dinner there should have been wine or champagne. It — Aleatha Romig

No matter how busy you make think you are you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance — Confucius

After a second, he reaches over and rubs my head playfully, and then pulls me into him. 'Come here,' he says gently. I unbuckle and scoot in close to him. I don't care if this truck full of dials has no airbags and I get killed in a wreck. I'll die happy. He drives slow and careful and we kiss at every stop sign and red light the whole way back to my house. — Colleen Clayton

And hope, if it had a scent, would smell like spring, like rain, like something new and alive. Like Nick. — Jennifer Rush

The crossing of space ... may do much to turn men's minds outwards and away from their present tribal squabbles. In this sense, the rocket, far from being one of the destroyers of civilisation, may provide the safety-value that is needed to preserve it. — Arthur C. Clarke