Windshield Quotes

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sometimes-youre-windshield-sometimes-youre-bug-mark-knopfler
time-sneaks-up-on-you-like-windshield-on-bug-john-lithgow
march-on-dont-look-in-rearview-just-windshield
live-life-through-the-windshield-not-the-rear-view
look-at-life-through-windshield-not-rearview-mirror-byrd-baggett
make-sound-i-will-blow-your-brains-out-all-over-windshield-jack-bauer
always-focus-on-the-front-windshield-and-not-the-review-mirror
laughter-is-like-windshield-wiper-it-doesnt-stop-rain-but-allows-us-to-keep-going-auliq-ice
but-i-wont-let-it-get-me-down-and-ill-just-take-look-around-my-windshield-is-movie-screen-and-everybodys-actin-like-clown-smash-mouth
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the-best-way-to-avoid-parking-tickets-is-to-remove-your-windshield-wipers
in-the-business-world-the-rearview-mirror-is-always-clearer-than-the-windshield
the-awkward-moment-when-you-use-someone-elses-windshield-as-a-mirror-and-you-realize-that-the-person-in-the-car-is-looking-at-you
we-made-love-in-restaurant-booth-it-was-romantic-until-our-waiter-knocked-on-our-windshield-jarod-kintz
i-was-complimented-on-my-driving-today-someone-left-a-note-on-my-windshield-that-said-parking-fine
i-just-got-new-windshield-slowly-im-going-to-replace-my-way-to-new-car-i-make-love-same-way-methodically-over-course-several-months-jarod-kintz
he-was-damn-hard-he-could-chip-ice-from-his-trucks-windshield-with-his-rigid-pecker-vonnie-davis
we-have-a-lot-of-children-living-on-our-street-so-i-try-to-caution-speeders-by-bouncing-an-old-tricycle-off-their-windshield
while-i-look-out-on-passing-fields-the-sun-through-bugs-on-windshield-makes-me-feel-like-i-dont-matte-eels
i-got-much-food-spit-back-in-my-face-when-my-kids-were-small-i-put-windshield-wipers-on-my-glasses-erma-bombeck
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its-like-tiger-woods-wife-we-should-take-nine-iron-to-back-windshield-big-government-spending-smash-it-out-tim-pawlenty
i-use-my-windshield-wipers-when-its-not-raining-im-umbrellaless-pedestrian-i-cant-tell-difference-between-starbucks-coffee-mud-puddle-in-cup-jarod-kintz
i-think-all-best-public-cryptographers-in-world-would-agree-that-you-cant-really-build-back-doors-in-crypto-that-its-like-drilling-hole-in-windshield
my-heart-beats-to-rhythm-windshield-wipers-id-better-never-drive-in-desert-unless-i-want-to-die-our-relationship-has-one-too-many-cactuses-in-it-to-be-deserving-my-love-jarod-kin
it-began-to-drizzle-rain-he-turned-on-windshield-wipers-they-made-great-clatter-like-two-idiots-clapping-in-church-flannery-oconnor
and-presently-i-was-driving-through-drizzle-dying-day-with-windshield-wipers-in-full-action-but-unable-to-cope-with-my-tears-vladimir-nabokov
no-daimon-gets-out-here-alive-they-hit-invisible-wall-rebounded-off-it-man-it-really-makes-you-feel-for-bug-on-windshield-doesnt-it-acheron-sherrilyn-kenyon
i-used-to-sit-in-front-my-fathers-jag-watching-raindrops-run-their-kamikaze-suicide-missions-from-one-edge-windshield-to-wiper-blade-jodi-picoult
i-bought-my-first-electric-car-in-1970-its-top-speed-was-15-mph-it-had-just-15-mile-range-it-was-essentially-golf-cart-with-windshield-wiper-ed-begley
trauma-fractures-comprehension-as-pebble-shatters-windshield-the-wound-at-site-impact-spreads-across-field-vision-obscuring-reality-challenging-belief
a-car-is-couch-with-wheels-my-windshield-wipers-dont-work-ive-decided-to-stop-watering-my-living-room-carpet-honk-if-you-want-coffee-ill-pour-you-umbrellaful-jarod-kintz
the-city-san-francisco-engulfed-their-view-through-front-windshield-the-dazzling-light-late-morning-sun-transformed-every-glass-metal-surface-into-silvery-mirage-victoria-kahler
respect-is-something-that-should-be-earned-like-eyebrows-shaped-like-windshield-wipers-in-stormy-arcade-evening-i-like-my-respect-with-lots-elbow-room-melted-cheese-on-top-jarod-
accept-that-some-days-youre-bug-some-days-youre-going-to-be-windshield-jill-shalvis
some-days-youre-bug-some-days-youre-windshield-steven-tyler
Grace was screwed. Royally screwed. As in, her career was over. Finished. Finite. She turned on the windshield wipers and slowed the car as she drove through the rain in the mountains. With a renewed grip on the steering wheel, she sent a quick prayer that the rain would stop. A little sprinkle she could handle. A storm... well, that was another matter entirely. She puffed out her cheeks as she exhaled. If only she was in Scotland for a holiday, but that wasn't the case at all. In a last-ditch effort to give her muse a good swift kick in the pants, Grace decided to travel to Scotland. All her friends thought she had lost her mind. Her editor thought it was just one more excuse in a very long line of them as to why she hadn't turned the book in. Grace wished she knew the reason the words just stopped coming. One day they were there, and the next... gone, vanished. Poof! Writing wasn't just her career. It was her life. Because within the words and pages she was able to write about heroines who had relationships she would never have. It was the sad truth, but it was the truth. Grace accepted her lot... in a way. She might realize the string of miserable dates were complete misses and admit that. However, the stories running through her head allowed her to dream as far as she could, and encounter men and adventures sitting behind a computer never would. Not being able to find the words anymore was like having someone steal her soul. She breathed a sigh of relief when the rain stopped and she was able to turn off her windshield wipers. In the two hours since she checked into the BandB, it hadn't stopped raining. Rain was a part of being in Scotland, and she was pushing herself with her fear of storms to be out in it as well. It proved how far she would go to find her soul again. She needed to write, to sink into another world where she could find happiness and a love that lasted forever. Now she was armed with her laptop and steely determination. She would find her muse again. Just as soon as she found the right place. The scenery along the highway was stunning, but the noise of the passing vehicles would be too much. Grace needed somewhere off the beaten path. Somewhere she could pretend she was the only person left in the world.

Donna Grant
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A weathered black and silver Dodge pickup towing a small motorboat pulled up behind us, and Alex circled back to greet the driver. I couldn't see who sat behind the crusted and dirty windshield, but Alex stood at the driver's window and pointed down the block where the boulevard disappeared into floodwater. The truck pulled ahead, maneuvered a deft U-turn, and backed toward the water. Alex motioned for me to follow. By the time I lurched my way to the truck, he and the pickup driver were sliding the boat down the trailer ramp. Sweat trickled down my neck, and if I hadn't been afraid of being poisoned by toxic sludge, I'd have made like a pig and wallowed in the mud to cool off. I kicked at a fire hydrant, trying to jolt some of the heaviest sludge off my boots, and heard a soft laugh behind me. With a final kick that sent a spray of brown gunk flying, I turned to see what was so funny. I needed a laugh. A man leaned against the side of the pickup with his arms crossed. He was a few inches shorter than Alex, maybe just shy of six feet, with sun-streaked blond hair that reached his collar and a sleeveless blue T-shirt and khaki shorts. His tanned legs between the bottom of the shorts and the top of sturdy black shrimp boots were scored with scars, bad ones, as if whatever made them meant to do serious damage. He'd been grinning when I turned around, flashing a heart-stopping set of dimples, but when he saw my eyes linger on his legs, the grin eased into something more wary.

Suzanne Johnson
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