Quotes About Car

It was my first time taking a taxi with Mason. I had to tell the driver to wait because I had to get the stroller out of the car.

Sydney thought about it for several moments. "Well. I've got a car." An hour later, I vowed I'd never make fun of that Mazda again.

It didn't seem possible that outside the sanctity of this moonlit car was a world we had to hide from, a world that wanted to tear us apart.

Jack frantically tried to herd my white-hot father into the car before he weighed into the congregation and gave the minister the left foot of fellowship right in his Sunday pants

That's when it really came together for me that I was in a Bond film, to have my own spy car!

I did a lot of gasoline commercials - Hess, Texaco. I was part of the family in the car, the little brat in the back.

A nine-one-one operator said a trucker—he didn't think anyone was in the car, but thought we

You sell a screenplay like you sell a car. If someone drives it off a cliff, that's it.

My husband's car goes from zero to sixty in ten seconds, and that makes him happy. I just don't know why he'd ever want to do that. Maybe someday he'll find an open stretch of road and play Frisbee with himself.

Each prospect who was interested enough to want to see the car was given an appointment time—the same appointment time. So, if six people were scheduled, they were all scheduled for, say, 2:00 that afternoon. This little device of simultaneous scheduling paved the way for later compliance because it created an atmosphere of competition for a limited resource.

Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale — you've licked the smoking habit.

Imagine how well you would drive if after taking your driving test you bought a car and parked in your driveway only to drive in emergencies!

he'd seen a glistening, caterwheel ground car stopping not far from the doorway.

For example, by owning your own corporation, your vacations can be board meetings in Hawaii. Car payments, insurance, repairs, and health-club memberships are company expenses.

They got out and ran toward half of a bridge. Below the bridge's twisted end was fire. Fire crawled away from the greater blaze, stopped, convulsed, then fell still. The car burned, casting its bonfire light on the canyon and the stream at its bottom.

Look, I've got to be somewhere ten minutes ago. I'm not about to leave you here with eight thousand dollars' worth of office equipment unless I have some collateral. You want the job or not?" "I want it." "Good. Then you can lend me your car. I'll call you from the road, fill you in on everything else while I drive. Answer the phone and be ready to take notes.

I'm so absorbed in my thoughts that I haven't seen the flash of sunlight on metal that means a car is coming up the winding drive, working its way around the switchback bends. I don't notice the other girls stir, sit up, because a car approaching at this time of day is very likely to contain precious cargo: i.e., at least one boy.

From Laurie Colwin: Lovely writing! About grief she writes: I realized that grief is metabolic: it crawls through you like a disease and takes your energy away. Then it gathers and hits like a sudden migraine, like being hit by a car, like having a large, flat rock hurled at your chest.

This is not a midlife crisis car," I corrected him. "This is a midlife memory car!

This car of mine, I am tickled to death with it. The machine is nearly everything, its power, stability and balance. The driver, allowing for his experience and courage, is much less.

I like to smile a lot before going in the car. I make jokes, even on the grid, and then I can still manage to focus when it counts.

I will sit in the car on the way to a meeting and just smile. I really mean that. It helps you get through life. If you have nothing to say, smile. Look up at the sky and smile. Just be grateful.

Bicycling is a big part of the future. It has to be. There's something wrong with a society that drives a car to work out in a gym.

I scattered J.Lo's tools around the car, searching for some kind of rope, or something that could be used like a rope. I should have paid more attention to anything that looked like a pencil sharpener made of lemon Jell-O that, when cranked, would spit out superstrong yarn that smelled like ginger ale. I only mention this because J.Lo really did have such a thing.