Quotes About Train

The rhythm of the train on the tracks suggested words to his overtired brain and he heard them as clearly as if an unseen person had pronounced them: Something is going to happen.

Are you all right?" Kira asked. "You throw me off a train again, and then ask if I'm all right," Jason said, his voice flat. "Why do I doubt your sincerity?

Property is often left on the trains of the London Underground. Unusual items that have found their way into the lost property office include a coffin, a samurai sword, a stuffed puffer fish and a human skull.

She walked two blocks along East Capitol to Mill Street and entered the Illinois Central Station, where she purchased a second-class ticket for the 1:50 train to Memphis.

When the train arrived in Batesville, its sixth stop, at 4:15, Liza decided to get off.

Did the rhythm of the train on the tracks somehow unravel her and make her behave out of character? Was she altered in transit, when her feet were not upon the ground?

The last of a train of psychiatrists would claim to have rehabilitated her, but Pooh Percy may simply have emerged from analysis—and a number of institutions—too thoroughly bored with rehabilitation to be violent anymore.

De modo que aquí estoy, sentado en este tren. Fuera sigue estando oscuro sin más luz que la de los anuncios de neón que aparecen a veces. El traqueteo sobre los raíles es cada vez más rápido, y puedo ver que ahora los árboles cruzan velozmente la luna. Los años que me quedaban antes de ir a la escuela pasaron con tanta rapidez como ahora pasan esos árboles ante la luna.

A man travelling on a train - like you or I - to Scotland, had two or two bad eggs in his pocket - and you know - no one would sit by him.

Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and as we pass through them they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus

On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.

Inside the mountain, inside the train, one boy kisses the other, and the other kisses him back, and there is nothing but history between them, and history is enough to make a future.

We're commuter wives. These are our commuter lives. We're capable of carrying alcoholic husbands from the kitchen to the bathroom in a fireman's grip. Between trains, we train to fight with enemies we haven't met yet, battling against punching bags, leaping like the world is made of stone walls and we're storming them. There's another version of commuting of course, as in to commute a sentence. This is our sentence, these suburbs, the train that does not stretch to meet them

To be honest, most of our thoughts are pure caca anyway (yes, that's a scientific term). Nothing has meaning other than the meaning we give it. With practice, we can train ourselves not to take our thoughts seriously or personally—especially the nonenlivening ones. When they show up, simply say, "Thanks for sharing," and get on with your life.

Oh, Liberty! thou goddess heavenly bright! Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train.

Quite possibly there's nothing as fine as a big freight train starting across country in early summer, Hardesty thought. That's when you learn that the tragedy of plants is that they have roots.

But now, my people will starve." "Some might," Leyers said. "But I answer to a greater authority. Any lack of enthusiasm for this mission on my part could be grounds for . . . Well, that's not going to happen if I can help it. Take me back to Milan, the central train station.

No outsider was allowed in the station except wives of the higher officers and a few friends. Where was Harriet in all this excitement? In the station, taking the train with the troops to Piraeus.

He looked gloomily out of the misty window, opaque with the breath of himself and an elderly Indian officer, who was his only companion, and watched the fleeting landscape, which had a certain phantom-like appearance in its shroud of snow. He wrapped himself in the vast folds of his railway rug, with a peevish shiver, and felt inclined to quarrel with the destiny which compelled him to travel by an early train upon a pitiless winter's day.

Writing is one of the few careers for which you essentially train yourself, the other two major ones being juggling and pickpocketing.

Words aren't just sounds or shapes. They're meaning. That's what language is: a protocol for transferring meaning. When you learn English, you train your brain to react in a particular way to particular sounds. As it turns out, the protocol can be hacked.

I wasn't there that day to get on the three forty-seven to Yass", he says. "I was there to throw myself in front of it.

There was a caged fury to him. A feralness that seeped out of every pore. "Do you know when the next train to Yass is coming?" I had asked. "Go to hell," he said, but there was a desolate fear in his eyes and I couldn't look away. "Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated." And for reasons I will never understand, I received a smile from Jonah Griggs, and there was a yearning in it, touching a nerve inside me that still freaks me out to this day.

Taylor: Do you know when the next train to Yass is coming? Jonah: Go to hell. Taylor: Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated.