Related quotes: Harley's been influential, but I'm...

Harley's been influential, but I'm not a big Harley fan.

quote by Noah Hathaway
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Related quotes

Lines Written Extempore On Mr. Harley’s Being Stabbed, And Addressed To His Physician, 1710-11

On Britain Europe's safety lies,
Britain is lost if Harley dies:
Harley depends upon your skill:
Think what you save, or what you kill.

poem by Jonathan Swift
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Haley's Got A Harley

Well she don't need nothin from that man no more
No she took it all with her when she walked out the door
I say 1-800-PARTY, that's the number to call
Now Haley's got a Harley and she's leaving it all
Now she's headed out to Sturgis got it all wrapped up in leather
Got her Softail shined up, don't worry about the weather
Yeah she used to be the quiet type, the shyest of all
But now Haley's got a Harley, feelin' ten feet tall
Look at her now, look at her go
Out from the shadows, into the show
Ridin it hard, ridin it low
Flyin her colors, she's ready to roll
Just like the tattoo of an eagle on her shoulder
Yeah, her spirit's wild and free and the party's never over
Well, she's ridin' on the wind just a' wavin at em all
Cause now Haley's got a Harley and she's having a ball
Free as a Bird, watch her in flight
Across South Dakota, into the night
Ridin to live, livin to ride
She calls it heaven, ridin' for life

song performed by by 38 Special
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

On The Earl Of Oxford And Mortimer's Giving His Daughter In Marriage In Oxford--Chapel.

See, in the Temple rais'd by Harley's Hand,
His beauteous Off--spring at the Altar stand:
There Mortimer resigns his darling Care;
To happy Portland gives the blooming Fair.

Where had the Parent's Pray'r like Favour found?
Where soar'd so high, as from that sacred Ground?
What Bosom, but Devotion's Ardor feels,
When, at the Shrine he hallow'd, Harley kneels?
At such a Sight superior Beings pleas'd,
To higher Notes their Hallelujahs rais'd.

poem by Mary Barber
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

With Harley, you build it, then you've got to take it apart.

quote by Noah Hathaway
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

The Harley's got a little too much torque when it comes to jumping.

quote by Evel Knievel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

You don't buy a Harley with your mind, you buy it with your heart and your balls.

quote by Robert Patrick
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Harleys & Indians

When I go to heaven / Harley Harley heaven / I want to meet a King /
Like the Panhead 48 / I want to meet the Fat One /
We can talk for hours / When my time has come, Babe /
I won't be running late.
Flying high / Riders in the sky / Na na na na.
When I go to heaven / Red-skin heaven / I want to meet the Chiefs /
Yea, I want to meet all Scouts /
I won't miss my friends cos I know where they'll be /
We're all part of the Indian Family.
Flying high / Riders in the sky / Na na na na.
It's alright, Baby / I'm OK, honey /
I'm only travellin' thru this state of mine /
Hey it's alright, Mama / I'm doin' fine now, Mama /
I'm only in a certain state of mind.
When I go to heaven / Hog Hog heaven /
I'll have a drink with Elvis while Marlon's on his way /
We're kickin' and we're revvin' / We're dressing up in style /
It's time to take a ride on that freeway in the sky.
Flying high / Riders in the sky / Na na na na / Come on, come on.

song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Harley-Davidson is the finest company in the world.

quote by Evel Knievel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Harleys Indians

When I go to heaven / harley harley heaven / I want to meet a king /
Like the panhead 48 / I want to meet the fat one /
We can talk for hours / when my time has come, babe /
I wont be running late.
Flying high / riders in the sky / na na na na.
When I go to heaven / red-skin heaven / I want to meet the chiefs /
Yea, I want to meet all scouts /
I wont miss my friends cos I know where theyll be /
Were all part of the indian family.
Flying high / riders in the sky / na na na na.
Its alright, baby / Im ok, honey /
Im only travellin thru this state of mine /
Hey its alright, mama / Im doin fine now, mama /
Im only in a certain state of mind.
When I go to heaven / hog hog heaven /
Ill have a drink with elvis while marlons on his way /
Were kickin and were revvin / were dressing up in style /
Its time to take a ride on that freeway in the sky.
Flying high / riders in the sky / na na na na / come on, come on.

song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?

quote by Virginia Woolf
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

What Purpose Does A Rabbit Have

The same nightmare woke my father
every night for years.
He had no idea what it meant
and so he wrote the story down
and saved the note and hoped
some day he'd understand it.
But a note like that
can be misplaced.

Decades later Father
found the note
in a drawer of socks
he hadn't worn in years.
He found it underneath
his old glass eye the night
Mother came back on the Harley
to 'make their marriage work.'

He reminded Mother they had
been divorced for years
and then, despite her tears,
he told her, 'After all this time,
we both know now that you
were gone before you left.
But now you're back so
let me tell you all about

the nightmare I've had every night
since you took the bike and left.
I wrote the story down to tell the kids
when they grew up but they ran off
before I had a chance to ask them
if they knew what my dream might mean.
You'd like the kids. They're pretty smart.
Anyway my note says this:

'What purpose does a rabbit have
other than as prey?
What difference does a rainbow make
in a rabbit's day? '
You tell me now you love me,
always have and always will.
But the kids are gone forever
so take the Harley now and go.'

poem by Donal Mahoney
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Three Tommies

That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had!
And Fanning, the maker of music, such melodies mirthful and mad!
And Harley, the writer of stories, so whimsical, tender and glad!

To hark to their talk in the trenches, high heart unfolding to heart,
Of the day when the war would be over, and each would be true to his part,
Upbuilding a Palace of Beauty to the wonder and glory of Art . . .

Yon's Barret, the painter of pictures, yon carcass that rots on the wire;
His hand with its sensitive cunning is crisped to a cinder with fire;
His eyes with their magical vision are bubbles of glutinous mire.

Poor Fanning! He sought to discover the symphonic note of a shell;
There are bits of him broken and bloody, to show you the place where he fell;
I've reason to fear on his exquisite ear the rats have been banqueting well.

And speaking of Harley, the writer, I fancy I looked on him last,
Sprawling and staring and writhing in the roar of the battle blast;
Then a mad gun-team crashed over, and scattered his brains as it passed.

Oh, Harley and Fanning and Barret, they were bloody good mates o' mine;
Their bodies are empty bottles; Death has guzzled the wine;
What's left of them's filth and corruption. . . . Where is the Fire Divine?

I'll tell you. . . . At night in the trenches, as I watch and I do my part,
Three radiant spirits I'm seeing, high heart revealing to heart,
And they're building a peerless palace to the splendor and triumph of Art.

Yet, alas! for the fame of Barret, the glory he might have trailed!
And alas! for the name of Fanning, a star that beaconed and paled,
Poor Harley, obscure and forgotten. . . . Well, who shall say that they failed!

No, each did a Something Grander than ever he dreamed to do;
And as for the work unfinished, all will be paid their due;
The broken ends will be fitted, the balance struck will be true.

So painters, and players, and penmen, I tell you: Do as you please;
Let your fame outleap on the trumpets, you'll never rise up to these --
To three grim and gory Tommies, down, down on your bended knees!

poem by Robert William Service
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Unknown Legend

She used to work in a diner
Never saw a woman look finer
I used to order just to watch her float across the floor
She grew up in a small town
Never put her roots down
Daddy always kept movin, so she did too.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a harley-davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin in the wind
Shes been runnin half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.
You know it aint easy
You got to hold on
She was an unknown legend in her time
Now shes dressin two kids
Lookin for a magic kiss
She gets the far-away look in her eyes.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a harley-davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin in the wind
Shes been runnin half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.

song performed by by Neil Young
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

To The Lady Elizabeth Harley, Since Marchioness Of Carmarthen, On A Column Of Her Drawing

When future ages shall with wonder view
These glorious lines which Harley's daughter drew,
They shall confess that Britain could not raise
A fairer column to the father's praise.

poem by Matthew Prior
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Tusk

Justin Long, Michael Parks, Haley Joel Osment, Genesis Rodriguez, Johnny Depp, Harley Morenstein, Ashley Greene, Ralph Garman

by Kevin Smith from Tusk (2014)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!

Project Almanac [trailer 2]

Amy Landecker, Sofia Black-D'Elia, Virginia Gardner, Michelle DeFraites, Gary Grubbs, Patrick Johnson, Katie Garfield, Allen Evangelista, Hillary Harley, Cameron Fuller

from Project Almanac (2014)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!

Project Almanac

Amy Landecker, Sofia Black-D'Elia, Virginia Gardner, Michelle DeFraites, Gary Grubbs, Patrick Johnson, Katie Garfield, Allen Evangelista, Hillary Harley, Cameron Fuller

from Project Almanac (2014)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!

A Poem About Cinda Rutter

{Tay and Harley will be lovin' this! }

You think
You're so great
But I can see through you
And on the inside
Just like the outside
You're so ugly
Ugly like Shad
You think you're smart
But the only smart you know
Is being a smart mouth
You think you know everything
But you don't even know
That you think your own lies are truths.

poem by Cheyenne Baughman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Verses - Spoken to Lady Henrietta Cavendish Holles-Harley, Countess of Oxford

Madam, Since Anna visited the muse's seat,
(Around her tomb let weeping angels wait)
Hail, thou, the brightest of thy sex, and best,
Most gracious neighbour and most welcome guest:
Not Harley's self, to Cam and Isis dear,
In virtues and in arts great Oxford's heir,
Not he such present honour shall receive
As to his consort we aspire to give.

Writings of men our thought to-day neglects,
To pay due homage to the softer sex:
Plato and Tully we forbear to read,
And their great followers whom this house has bred,
To study lessons from thy morals given,
And shining characters impress'd by Heaven.
Science in books no longer we pursue,
Minerva's self in Harriet's face we view;
For when with Beauty we can Virtue join,
We paint the semblance of a form divine.

Their pious incense let our neighbours bring
To the kind memory of some bounteous king:
With grateful hand due altars let them raise
To some good knight's or holy prelate's praise;
We tune our voices to a nobler theme,
Your eyes we bless, your praises we proclaim;
Saint John's was founded in a woman's name.
Enjoin'd by statute, to the fair we bow;
In spite of time we keep our ancient vow;
What Marg'ret Tudor was, in Harriet Harley now.