Quotes About Train

The past is where we go when we are helpless; the past, no matter what the psychiatrists say, can't really hurt you much more than it already has, not like the future, which comes at you like a train around a blind curve.

I'm a militant fundamentalist atheist. I'm going to get on a crowded train, unbutton my coat and say rational things. People will be hurt.

The love interest and climax would come when a man and a lady, both strangers, got to talking together on the train going back east. "Well," said Mrs. Croot, for it was she, "what did you think of the Canyon?" "Some cave," replied her escort. "What a funny way to put it!" replied Mrs. Croot. "And now play me something.

The traditional American war movie treats war as episodic and unusual, but here the voice-overs by Train elevate such violence and destruction to permanent metaphysical status. This is another reason why the narrative framework of the genre is invoked only to be refused.

Stalin chose Siberia as his destination on what must have seemed—as his train pulled out of Moscow on January 15, 1928—a rerun of his grain-expediting mission of a decade ago to Tsaritsyn.

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.

There is something mournful and uneasy about waking up late at night on a moving train. The wheels clicked a bony rhythm, the engine growled like a distant Leviathan, and from time to time the whistle sounded a cry so lonesome it seemed to speak for the whole wide moonless night.

the train goes fast and is going fast when it crosses a little trestle. You catch the sober, metallic, pure, late-light, unriffled glint of the water between the little banks, under the sky, and see the cow standing in the water upstream near the single leaning willow. And all at once you feel like crying. But the train is going fast, and almost immediately whatever you feel is taken away from you, too.

under the sky, and see the cow standing in the water upstream near the single leaning willow. And all at once you feel like crying. But the train is going fast, and almost immediately whatever you felt is taken away from you, too. You bloody fool, do you think that you want to milk a cow? You do not want to milk a cow.

Away down at the far end of the lake they got every night a glimpse of a big, continental train rushing through a clearing. Valancy liked to watch its lighted windows flash by and wonder who was on it and what hopes and fears it carried.

Having left Toronto on the morning train, they were in Charlottetown by mid-afternoon. Jane saw dad the moment she stepped off the train . . . grinning and saying, "Excuse me, but your face seems familiar. Are you by any chance . . ." but Jane had hurled herself at him. They had never been parted . . . she had never been away at all. The

On the train from Denver to Salt Lake August 25, 1915 Manly Dear, I wish you were here. Half the fun I lose because I am all the time wishing for you.

King Boris is going to meet us with his train, which he actually drives himself. What hard times some of these little kings have fallen upon.

A man who understands decorum and the courtesies is a great treasure; I hope to train and send into society as many such men as I can.

Perhaps the easiest people to fall in love with are those about whom we know nothing. Romances are never as pure as those we imagine during long train journeys, as we secretly contemplate a beautiful person who is gazing out of the window – a perfect love story interrupted only when the beloved looks back into the carriage and starts up a dull conversation about the excessive price of the on-board sandwiches with a neighbour or blows her nose aggressively into a handkerchief.

Journeys are the midwives of thought. Few places are more conducive to internal conversations than a moving plane, ship or train.

Well, yelling real loud, that's an important skill to have, too. You never know when you might walk right in front of a train and her yelling's all that stands between you and eternity. But for that yell, you'd be flat, and there's nothing worse than a flat boy, just kind of ruins the day for everyone.

Instincts under pressure crush the carbon of conformity and create diamonds. Each new season of life offers to train us for the next season if we pay attention and adapt.

I just . . . I built him up in my mind so much." "Too much reading." "In my head, he was this kind of lost romantic hero." "He can't get lost, he drives a train.

Ten glorious years at Pingfang, a sea of bodies brought to you by train. War as immunity from man's laws. Before, you'd worked in the shadows. During the ten years you worked for Division 4 there were no such hindrances. Dr. Masaki ran the inventory, cataloguing prisoners as non-descript units referred to only as "Materials Used." You preferred to call the prisoners "logs," each destined for the incinerator after they'd been of use.

Does the first train to leave Munich arrive first in Milan?

Why do you have to correct everything I say?" Julie glanced at his FTW! shirt. "Out of the two of us, I don't think I'm the one that deviates from the norm." The train slammed to a stop. "You're the one who seems to get off arguing." "You sound exactly like Finn. We're exchanging ideas. Debating." Matt looked down at his shorts. "And so far I haven't gotten off.

Der Zug fährt langsam. Manchmal hält er an, und die Toten werden ausgeladen. Er hält oft.

After a few moment he reached for her wrist and felt her pulse fade to nothing, like the rumble of a receding train.