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I would like to go for a ride with you, have you take me to stand before a river in the dark where hundreds of lightning bugs blink this code in sequence: right here, nowhere else! Right now, never again!
Sunshine, the old clown, rims the room.
Motorboat to heaven, baby's got the key. Tell me, how am I supposed to get in close back here on these water skis?
You definitely have the voice for phone sex, but I've got to go. I have a date with my vibrator."
"Oh, Eva." Cross spoke my name in a decadent purr. "You're determined to drive me to my knees, aren't you? What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B.O.B.
Clang Clang Rattle Bing Bang, Gonna make my noise all day!
VIOLENT HOOLA-HOOPING!!!!!!
What the fuck is that? Harley Vibrator?
You either ride with us, or collide with us.
Billy was walking up the hall, buckling his belt. His tanned face was now sallow and wet with sweat. He says there's a bulge in my aorta. Like a bubble in a car tire. Only car tires don't yell when you poke em.
I'm on a roller coaster which only goes up my friend
He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean ...
Velocity!" Sunny shrieked.
I know we have to hurry!" Klaus cried.
Boogity, boogity boogity! Let's go racing boys!
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Hey motor cycle mama, you gonna marry me?
Hey.... hey mother fuckers, waky, waky, wake up, wake up....
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SnakePlissken: You could just say,What's up?
Roll up the window. I can't explain the feelings going through me, a rush like you get from laughing too hard or
Stop tryin to be loud as me, cause you can't do that,
Think about it ... playing Russian roulette with an automatic!
Open your eyes, I've got a big surprise, it will feel alright, I want to make your motor run.
A herd of laughing kids zipped by the passenger-side window on Roller-blades. I hoped they never went from laughter to heartache as quickly as I had.
Time is round, and it rolls quickly.
On top of lumpy tufts of valley grass. A semitruck roared by without pause; the Camaro rocked in its wake. On the other end of the phone, his roommate Ronan Lynch replied,
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
Stirred with passion, laced with fun, spiked with laughter & served with a smile. On the road. No sugar, no milk. Horn OK Please. Buy my books or may the wrath of a thousand locusts infest your underpants *Smack!!*
I'm kind of quiet but when I put my helmet on, it's like you flip a switch. I'm ready to go.
I'm feeling grand. I'm on a rollercoaster only going up.
Once a new technology rolls over you, if you're not part of the steamroller, you're part of the road.
I love to roller skate.
Thank you for riding the European Federation Maglev Train,
purple van pulled up to the curb. The side door rolled open. A cheerful male voice said, "Hey, there!" The last thing Alistair Oh saw was a large fist hurtling toward his face.
Aaarrggg, ahoy me matey, thars a great grand vagina over yonder. Penises talk like pirates when I'm drunk.
This avatar appeared inside a huge virtual call center, inside a virtual cubicle, sitting at a virtual desk, in front of a virtual computer, wearing a virtual phone headset. I thought of this place as my own private virtual hell.
Today's all burnt toast, running late and Dad jokes, has anybody seen my left shoe? Close my eyes, take a bite, grab a ride, laugh-out-loud, there it is up on the roof.
A skittish motorbike with a touch of blood in it is better than all the riding animals on earth, because of its logical extension of our faculties, and the hint, the provocation, to excess conferred by its honeyed untiring smoothness.
As I'm standing up I hear the black van. I hear it before I see it; blended with the twilight, it appears out of its own sound like a solidification, a clotting of the night.
Viola blows out a thoughtful air. "My dad used to say, 'There's only forward, Vi, only outward and up.'"
"There's only forward," I repeat.
"Outward and up," she says.
Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home
I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.
La-di-dah, just out for a little spin, don't mind me.
Wubba lubba dub dub!
Now my helmet's on, you can't tell me I'm not in space.
Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at.
I've never been on a bike," I say. "I mean, I've been on a bike but not a motorcycle."
"And why is that?" he asks.
"Bugs. They get in your mouth, right? That's just gross."
Chris makes a face.
"If you ride around with your mouth hanging open, I assume that could be a possibility.
Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy night!
You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.
Where is my chance to be somebody's Peter Van Houten?' He hit the steering wheel weakly, the car honking as he cried. He leaned his head back, looking up. 'I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.
Roo-coo-coo-coo! Roo-coo-coo-coo!
Suddenly the Doctor heard the greatest sound in the universe, more delightful than the dawn chorus, more lovely than the laughter of children, more sweet than the mountain stream. It was the wheezing, groaning sound of the relative dimensional stabiliser of a Type 40 TARDIS in materialisation mode.
Joyful morning, good morning, good day.
The speed is something dangerous but very exciting.
Hell-on-skis, can you hear me? This is flying cupcake.
A sunstruck instant that existed now and forever.
Some guys said 'Here's bop!' Wham! They said, 'Here's something we can make money on!' Wham! 'Here's a comedian!' Wham! Here's a guy who talks funny talk!'
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Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am!
Well understand this! If you want to join our sales team; I don't need pillion riders; I need high drivers who grasp the handle-bars.
Sanguine: You mind if I take pictures? Brought my own camera and everythin'
Valkyrie: Knock yourself out
Sanguine: Thanks
Valkyrie: No, really, run head first into a wall and knock yourself out
Forward, towards the danger!
Morning, sweetheart,
Jumped In The Fo' Hit The Juice On Ma Ride
I Got Front Back, And Side To Side
My relief dissipates as James Blunt's yowling voice is overwhelmed by the scream of locking brakes:eieeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ...
My head lurches into darkness.
Perhaps, more than anything, it's the sound of riding a motorbike that makes you feel alive and transforms every man into a boy.
Sweetling, I'm not going anywhere except upstairs, where I'm going to make love to you till you pass out happy.
swallowed by another noise: an indistinct thudder.
Tires roared. The car lurched forward ... crunching ... a bright light ... yellow eyes ... then blackness.
Something doesn't look right," Vee said. "Is the tire supposed to look like that?"
I banged my head against the nearest tree trunk.
"So we've got a flat," Vee said. "What now?
No answer, just a squeal of brakes, a shrill "Fuck," and static.
"Glorious, stirring sight!" murmured Toad ... "The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today - in next week tomorrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped- always somebody else's horizons! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!"
The wheel is come full circle.
Hallo, Rabbit," he said, "is that you?"
"Let's pretend it isn't," said Rabbit, "and see what happens.
What's this for?' I said. And this veck replied, interrupting his like song an instant, that it was to keep my gulliver still and make me look at the screen. 'But,' I said, 'I want to look at the screen. I've been brought here to viddy films and viddy films I shall.
We glide and I feel as if I'm floating.
forward to feeling
Thudded heavily against the snow as the thunderous roar of the yellow, glowing-eyed,
Here kitty, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Dodge
"I should be home by midnight."
"Dad, I need a car."
"Uh-huh. And I need a villa in the south of France. Go figure. Lights out at eleven," he added as he
turned away.
"I've got to have wheels,
Farewell, hello, farewell, hello.
When I'm home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off 'I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen'
The kid was alright but it went to his head
Pedaling fast fast fast, this is the moment. One of those movie moments you never think is gonna happen to you, but it happens to you, and now it's here.
Wake up, Carolee, the plane is waiting for us, we have to get to the game.
Orgasms galore and sore vagina here I come.
The beige linoleum floor turned into the ocean, crashed and crashed against Lotto's shins. He sat down. How swiftly things spun. Two minutes ago he'd been a kid, thinking about his nintendo system, worried about asymptotes and signs. Now he was, heavy, adult.
A motorcyclist rode down the empty street, arms and legs rounded in an O, and came back up with the sound of thunder; his face displayed seriousness of a child who attributes the utmost importance to his howls
Morning, little one
Doughboy, we need to talk."
Doughboy opened his wax eyes. "Finally! You realize how stuffy it is in there? At last you've remembered that you need my brilliant guidance."
"Actually we need to become a coat.
I groped you like a blind whore in a braille factory, okay?! And then I shoved your hand down my pants, and rode it all the way to Happy Town!
Tra la la, Fiddle dee dee,
Hope you get well soon.
Ho ho ho, hee hee hee,
Have a heart-shaped balloon.
I don't want a pickle, I just want ride on my motorcikle. I don't want to die, I just want a ride on my motorcy ... cle.
New exit, new entry!
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
They see me rollin', they hatin'
The screech of tyres, an almighty bang and a car exploded through the playground wall like a high-velocity bullet through a watermelon.
Logan McCade. Paging Logan 'Pantyripper' McCade. Please return to your conference call.
Now it is time!" then louder, "Time!"; and then so loud it could have shaken the stars; "TIME." The door flew open.
And all those frogs going 'Rabbit, rabbit' ... "
"I think, sir, that it was 'Ribbit, ribbit' ... "
"So, what goes 'Rabbit, rabbit'?"
"Rabbits, I think. All the time ...
Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good.
I don't need a trumpet for you to know I'm coming. I simply arrive.
Nightwindflyhighfreeeeeee.
What's that sound I hear?
It's just my lifetime
It's whistling past my ear