Quotes About Train

We are being entertained all the time - in the bathroom, on the train, in our beds. Sure, there is a smaller audience for theater. But we know from radio that entertainment never goes away, it just changes. And more power to it.

I loved my mission in Switzerland and Germany. As I left on the train from Basel, Switzerland, tears flowed down my cheeks because I knew then that my full-time service in the Church had ended.

I live in Sheffield, and most auditions are in London, meaning I'm normally a bag of nerves on the train to London because you have all that time to think.

Priesthood lessons are regularly devoted to topics of family leadership, and quorum leaders everywhere are feeling more and more their responsibility to teach and train their quorum members to be better husbands and fathers.

By the end of high school, I would do shows at the theater at night and then take the train home and go to school the next morning.

There should be - we should have a society that, whether you're catching the train to anywhere, Frankston or Cranbourne or Craigieburn late at night, you should be able to do it with safety, and, increasingly, you are.

When I was a boy in Salem, Mass., in the 1950s, if you wanted to buy a book, you had to take a train to Boston. And when you got there, to a bookstore, there was no such thing as a science-fiction section.

'The Woman on the Train' just didn't sound as good. I'll take care next time not to have 'girl' in the title.

Anyone who has ever sat in a train as it rushes through a dark night will know that sometimes there are long minutes when the coaches slide smoothly along without so much as a shudder.

I liked the Ballarat train as a child.

I live on a train. I know - what a sad thing to admit. I am the New-Age Willy Loman. But there it is.

I actually had a nickname as a player myself. When I played high school football in Texas, strong safety, they called me Choo Choo because they said I hit like a train.

When I heard the news that Steve Jobs had died, my mind flashed back to 1985, when I began my love affair with computers. I was stationed in Moscow for The Associated Press, and I ordered an Apple IIc - by Telex - from a department store in Helsinki, Finland. They express-shipped it to me, a month later, by train.

In my early 20s, there was a period when all I owned was about a dozen CDs and a crappy Discman. I'd listen to 'The Man Who Sold The World' album endlessly as I sat on off-peak trains jerking around the Sussex countryside to and from the asylum I worked in.

In complex trains of thought signs are indispensable.

I waved at him to stop, like a railway signalman in the face of an out-of-control train hurtling towards him.

At Victoria Station the R.T.O. gave me a travel warrant, a white feather and a picture of Hitler marked "This is your enemy." I searched every compartment, but he wasn't on the train. At 4.30, June 2nd, 1940, on a summer's day all mare's tails and blue sky we arrived at Bexhill-on-Sea, where I got off. It wasn't easy. The train didn't stop there.

Szygon understood that he made his unusual journeys under the influence of cosmic and elemental forces, and that train travel was a childish compromise caused by the circumstances of his earthly environment. He realized only too well that if it weren't for the sad fact that he was chained to the Earth and its laws, his travels, casting off the usual pattern and method, would take on an exceedingly more active and beautiful form.

She tries to think, but the monotonous stuttering of the wheels breaks the flow of her thoughts, and the narcotic cowl of sleep tightens over her throbbing forehead—that muffled and yet overpowering railroad-sleep in which one lies rapt and benumbed as though in a shuddering black coal sack made of metal.

Es gibt nichts Frühlingshafteres als rostbraunschwarze Bahnhofsanlagen vor knospenden Bäumen, beschienen von praller Sonne. Die Menschen sind noch hellgesichtig, weißhalsig und bleicharmig und gleißen im Licht.

Truth doesn't run on time like a commuter train.

It is difficult, after the passage of more than a century, to understand the extent to which the train robbery of 1855 shocked the sensibilities of Victorian England. At first glance, the crime hardly seems

What he remembers with perfect clarity is sitting on a train headed for Madrid, feeling the sort of happiness he imagines spirits might feel, freed of their earthly bodies but still possessed of their essential selves.

Ciò che ricorda con assoluta chiarezza è di essere seduto su un treno diretto a Madrid, a provare il tipo di felicità che immaginava potessero sentire gli spiriti, liberati dai loro corpi terreni ma ancora in possesso della parte essenziale di sé.