Quotes About Train

an air of infinite reluctance M. Poirot climbed aboard the train. The conductor climbed after him.

Just exactly what's up on this train? It seems bughouse to me.

En voiture, Monsieur,' said the Wagon Lit conductor.

The murderer is with us—on the train now….

somewhere. Two men below her window were talking French. One was a French officer, the other was a little man with enormous moustaches. She smiled faintly. She had never seen anyone quite so heavily muffled up. It must be very cold outside. That was why they heated the train so terribly. She tried to force the window down lower, but it would not go. The Wagon Lit conductor had come up to the two men. The train was about to depart, he said. Monsieur had better mount. The little man

General Macarthur looked out of the carriage window. The train was just coming into Exeter, where he had to change.

We cannot catch a train earlier than the time that it leaves, and to ruin one's clothes will not be the least helpful in preventing a murder.

He finds that spectacle, as he leaves the vicinity of the assembly, in an unexpected place: through the window of the speeding train, in a flashing glimpse of "a workman doing something on the dizzy edge of a sky-scaling iron construction.

I can't go to sleep on a train anymore because people take photos of me. You know, dribbling. It's a bit embarrassing. I go to sleep with my collar up.

In Serie A if you have an exceptional physique and you train very well you can destroy any opposing defense.

The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.

When I'm working, I try to be serious and rest where I can. I just mark in rehearsals. I still train. I warm up. And I still take lessons from this unbelievable teacher in New York, Joan Lader. I try to be stretched and ready to go.

an empty refugee special steaming into Ferozepur Station late one afternoon. The driver was incoherent with terror, the guard was lying dead in his van, and the stoker was missing. I walked down the platform – all but two bogeys were bespattered with blood inside and out; three dead bodies lay in pools of blood in a third-class carriage. An armed Muslim mob had stopped the train between Lahore and Ferozepur and done this neat job of butchery in broad daylight.

There was nothing to it. The Super Chief was on time, as it almost always is, and the subject was as easy to spot as a kangaroo in a dinner jacket.

The train goes slowly. From time to time it stops, so that the dead can be taken off. It stops a lot.

The girls were always running out of money, out of cash, precisely, to pay taxi drivers, train conductors, men who delivered pizzas after dark. They borrowed cash, normally, upon arrival. They borrowed passions—Wallace Stevens, Joseph Conrad, Mozart, hiking, the Bible—from each other, as girls of another generation borrowed clothes.

Bir günün olaÄŸanüstü olabilmesi için bir ÅŸeftalinin yettiÄŸi bir geçmiÅŸ zamanda bir yaz günü, s?ran?n sonunun gelmesini sab?rla bekleyen ve ÅŸeftalilerle dolu poÅŸetler ta??yan bir geyik sürüsüyle birlikte bir ren geyiÄŸi istasyonuna doÄŸru yol alan bir trendeydim sanki.

Sleep democratizes fear. The terror of a lost shoe or a missed train are as great here as those of guerrilla attack or nuclear war.

All the sneakiness her sister had exhibited as a child had been honed to adult perfection, so that Claire could be standing right in front of an oncoming train and still insist that everything was going to be fine.

She seemed to have no inkling that life wasn't as orderly as her pencil case and that everything is chance and at any moment any number of remarkable things can happen that are totally beyond our control, events that rip up our maps and re-polarize our compasses - the madwoman walking towards us, the train falling off the bridge, the boy on the bicycle.

The most common of all antagonisms arises from a man's taking a seat beside you on the train, a seat to which he is completely entitled.

A businessman needs three umbrellas - one to leave at the office, one to leave at home, and one to leave on the train.

As long as the music stayed hot and important and good, that there would always be a reason for 'Soul Train'

When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.