Quotes About Transport

See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.

Greene shipped out from Liverpool on 9 December 1941 in a 5000-ton Elder Dempster cargo vessel

Petroleum was hard to sell because it was costly to transport by wagon and smelled terrible in its raw state. Refining it required moving it from Oil Creek to one of the many refineries, most of them small, that sprang up between Titusville and Pittsburgh. But swampy or frozen dirt trails slick with spilled oil played hell with caravans of up to one hundred wagons loaded with thousands of gallons of barreled oil.

Britain, despite its roads, began shifting to wheeled transport early in the seventeenth century.

Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important.' It was probably important to her.

Three semis drove past us. One was painted with a picture of a cow standing in a field of green grass. I was jealous of that cow because she was at home and I was not. It seemed like a very sad thing to be jealous of a fake cow on the side of a truck.

You see, nothing is more immediate, more complete than the sense of smell. In an instant, it has the power to transport you. Your olfactory sense connects not to the memory itself, but to the emotion you felt when that memory was made. To recreate a scent memory is one of the most challenging, eloquent pursuits possible. It's poetry, in its most immediate form.

certain smells were the custodians of memory. And once they were unleashed, their effect was instantaneous, like switching on a light – flooding the senses far too quickly and completely. They had the power to transport and overwhelm. For that reason, one needed to be wary of them.

Life is, after all, a sensual experience. Our senses have the power to truly transport us but also to ground us. Make us human.

There's always been books. All my bedraggled life, they've been the only constant. Even Sutton, my closest friend, had exclaimed, "What's with the fucking reading, man? You used to be a guard, for christsakes." Which is Irish logic at its finest. I'd said to him then and umpteen times since, "Reading transports me.

Villages in the English countryside were cut off by the snow

he settled down in his favorite armchair and read. Soon he was lost to all else but the rhythm of the words talking to him across the centuries.

Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night.

cholesterol and transport it to the neuron, where it performs critically important functions.

The city needs a car like a fish needs a bicycle.

If a cab would be kind enough to appear, I'll take it.

Enseguida se nota cuando alguien está leyendo. El que lee, el que lee de verdad, está en otra parte.

I had learned what wealth was, and a great deal about production and exchange for myself in the early history of South Australia - of the value of machinery, of roads and bridges, and of ports for transport and export.

The accumulation of personal wealth and the extension of commercial transactions have developed a great and lamentable increase in certain classes of crimes, while the improvements in transport have largely facilitated the escape of fugitive criminals.

Fragrance is important to me because of its emotional dimension. I feel like fragrances are able to transport, stir emotion, and bring up memories. You can wear makeup, you can dress yourself up, but fragrance gives a powerful aspect to how you can present yourself that you can't necessarily get any other way.

Nothing beats weaving through the rush-hour traffic or whizzing past the eternal gridlock that is the Strand.

Everything in a modern container port is enormous, overwhelming, crushing.

The car that brought you here still runs.

Without the merchant marine, there is no Walmart.)