Quotes About Train

love is like a train that will keep going at full speed whether you like it or not, so you may as well enjoy the ride. If you try to avoid it, you'll just make everything worse.

One white man on the platform in South Carolina asked us where we were going--we had got off the train to get some fresh air and to dust the grit and dust out of our clothes. When we said Africa he looked offended and tickled too. Niggers going to Africa, he said to his wife. Now I have seen everything.

I used to love to hear stories of that man's exploits! One of my heroes, when I was young. Riding round the enemy, harassing his lines of communication, falling on the baggage train and whatnot." The Prince's riding crop rode around, harassed, and fell on imaginary baggage in the air before him.

Commuter — one who spends his life In riding to and from his wife; A man who shaves and takes a train, And then rides back to shave again.

bruscas sacudidas del tren abofetean a los viajeros hasta dejarlos sumidos en un estado de abyecta sumisión

When the leaves began to fall, all the visitors were gone, and the whistle from the train passing through Orange gave a long, lonesome, shrill sound as it rolled through without stopping to let off any passengers.

All night there isn't a train goes by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming.

If a trainstation is where the train stops, what's a workstation?

My message to Sinn Fein is clear. The settlement train is leaving. I want you on that train. But it is leaving anyway and I will not allow it to wait for you.

Antony's final mistake was to let his slow baggage train

Pünd remembered their first case together when Fraser had failed to notice that his travelling companion, on the three-fifty train from Paddington, was actually dead.

I took the train to New York and it is hard to convey to you my first impressions as I left Grand Central Depot. I found myself in a city of extraordinary opulence and abject poverty, of astonishing elegance and extreme depravity, the two living so close by that I only had to turn my head to pass from one to the other.

Pack your mother and kiss your clothes goodbye. No!" He banged his head against the table. "Kiss your mother and pack your clothes. Your train leaves at one.

On the left, nationalisation is pursued for its own sake - as a panacea that will somehow fix train travel all by itself.

My first Eurotrip, I want to fly into London and take a train to all the traditional must-see cities.

I was a carpenter doing office refurbs and door frames. I'd get up at 5 A. M. and get the train to London. I'd work for eight hours a day with my dad.

The signal for the train's departure was a very bright red; that is about as passionate a statement as I can get into that scene.

W przedziale panowaÅ' ledwo uchwytny, higieniczny zapach nadzwyczajnego lakieru, a pociÄ…g biegÅ' gÅ'adko niczym (pó?niej Tietjens przypomniaÅ' sobie to porównanie) brytyjskie papiery wartoÅ›ciowe gwarantowane przez rzÄ…d.

We Fremen have a saying: 'God created Arrakis to train the faithful.' One cannot go against the word of God.

Away in the distance, a train appeared behind the trees, all its compartments were lit, the windows were sure to be open. One of us started singing a ballad, but we all wanted to sing. We sang far quicker than the speed of the train, we swung our arms because our voices weren't enough, our voices got into a tangle where we felt happy. If you mix your voice with others' voices, you feel as though you're caught on a hook. (trans. Michael Hofmann)

Durham is the most beautiful place. Whenever I'm on a train going north I have to stand, nose pressed to the window, as we pass Durham. I don't think there's a better view in the world.

The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City, watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days, and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.

Sometimes, a novel is like a train: the first chapter is a comfortable seat in an attractive carriage, and the narrative speeds up. But there are other sorts of trains, and other sorts of novels. They rush by in the dark; passengers framed in the lighted windows are smiling and enjoying themselves.

Every day, I want to be a winner. I want to train my best; I want to work my best.