Quotes About Railing

Their heads appeared in clusters above the bridge's cement railing, at intervals, like the beads of a damaged rosary.

Mexicans spend very little time railing against the US government, because in their experience, government by its very nature is corrupt, often criminal, and the poor are its victims.

Mr Moss's courtyard is railed in like a cage, lest the gentlemen who are boarding with him should take a fancy to escape from his hospitality.

of the judge's bench, and when a case was being heard, only licensed lawyers could go inside the bar railing to approach the judge with their arguments.

It was a costume fit for an age which had begun by proudly proclaiming its lack of regimentation and ended railing at its own disarray.

The head had been impaled on a railing outside the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand in the early hours of a cold November morning. There was a fine dusting of frost on the corpse's hair and eyelids which gave it a festive touch.

Her P90, a personal defense weapon that was the bastard child of an assault rifle and a box of Belgian chocolates, was resting on the safety railing, its barrel aimed in the same general direction as where I had been standing and negotiating moments before.

Can you tell me what it means to waive your rights? I hold my breath as Jacob hesitates. And then slowly, beautifully, the right fist he's been banging against the wooden railing unfurls and is raised over his head, moving back and forth like a metronome.

huddled, whispering together at the railing that separated the gallery from the courtroom

Mr Moss's courtyard is railed in like a cage, lest the gentlemen who are boarding with him should take a fancy to escape from his hospitality.

Down the hall, third door to your left.' 'Much obliged,' she said sarcastically, noticing that there was nothing but air beyond the railing to her right—as if the core of the house was one huge, open space.

My breath came in panicked gulps. Memories of the image at the bottom of the cistern forced themselves into my head. The open mouth, the clawing hands, the flailing feet . . . I wrapped one arm around the railing and shrank against the wall. "Brad!" He