Quotes About Tramp

What captivated my fancy was that I, Axel Heyst, the most detached of creatures in this earthly captivity, the veriest tramp on this earth, an indifferent stroller going through the world's bustle—that I should have been there to step into the situation of an agent of Providence. I, a man of universal scorn and unbelief...

Even the most seasoned star tramp can't help but shiver at the spectacular drama of a sunrise seen from space

I had a grungy period and looked like a tramp for a very long time - my mum really hated it! I destroyed her entire '70s wardrobe by putting studs into everything - I thought I was really cool. But it's good to experiment - I even had dreadlocks at one point.

You think you're hard-boiled but you're just a big slob that argues himself into a jam for the first tramp he finds in trouble.

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress. Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess. Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so!

I think the reason I do not want to die is because of the things I hope will happen. Yes, that's right. I'm sure that's right. Point a revolver at a tramp, at a wet shivering tramp on the side of the road and say, I'm going to shoot you, and he will cry, Don't shoot. Please don't shoot. The tramp clings to life because of the things he hopes will happen.

A tramp is a bum, a parasite, a man that won't work. A hobo is an itinerant laborer who prefers casual freedom to security. He works for his living, but he won't be tied down to one environment.

Uh, I thought DVDs werne't allowed at my sleepovers. They're not. Then why am i watching the Lady and the Tramp?

All the time, I was trying to despise you--trying to prove you were the tramp that I believed. And yet at the same time I knew that if I was separated from you, I'd bleed to death.

If travel were so inspiring and informing a business...then the wisest men in the world would be deck hands on tramp steamers, Pullman porters, and Mormon missionaries.

The dull rhythmic tramp of the soldiers' boots formed the background to Goldstein's bleating voice.

Dear, dear, it only shows that there is nothing diviner about a king than there is about a tramp, after all. He is just a cheap and hollow artificiality when you don't know he is a king. But reveal his quality, and dear me it takes your very breath away to look at him. I reckon we are all fools. Born so, no doubt.

The wisest hustler can suddenly fall for the worst tramp and lose all of his money on her. The hustler is aware of his own weaknesses and openings to con. This awareness is his edge.

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress. Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess. Rebel, rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so.

What is a tramp anyway? Dave explained: A tramp is an itinerant worker. A hobo is an itinerant non-worker. A bum is a non-itinerant non-worker.

She spoke with all the authority vested in her by her flea-market prayer beads and her lotus-flower tramp stamp.

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

However careful a tramp may be to avoid places where there is abundant work, he cannot always succeed.

Temptation is as old as time; or at least, the history of temptation extends as far back as the moment Eve gave Adam that serpent's apple. But what sets the lady apart from the tramp is the ability to acknowledge she needs to clean up her act - and then, of course, the fact that she actually does clean up her act.

When I'm acting, it's like I am the character - no one can talk to me. But I'm not so method I'd sell my house and live on the street to play a tramp.

When I was a kid this is what I was listening to on my car radio - Lowell Fulsom singing 'Tramp.'

Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.

I didn't start writing with band arrangements until I was working on 'Tramp.'

Among the hardest hit was Terry the Tramp, who immediately loaded up on LSD and spent the next twelve hours locked in the back of a panel truck, shrieking and crying under the gaze of some god he had almost forgotten, but who came down that night to the level of the treetops "and just stared—man, he just looked at me, and I tell you I was scared like a little kid.