Quotes About Bus

Car horns, shrill and prolonged, blared one after another. Flashing sirens heralded endless emergencies, and a fleet of buses rumbled past, their doors opening and closing with a powerful hiss, throughout the night. The noise was constantly distracting, at times suffocating.

My wife gets so jealous. She came home from work and was mad at me because there was a pretty girl on the bus she thought I would have liked.

We were playing a fair, and a few people were handing me stuffed animals and flowers, but one person handed me a paper sack. So I took all the stuff back to the bus. I put the sack in my lap and opened it, and a live iguana jumped out of the sack and onto my shirt. I screamed like a little girl!

I moved to New York when I was 10, from Rio de Janeiro. So there was no need for driving: I took the subway, cabs and the bus.

Being an actress wasn't a plan at all, so what's happened to me is very strange. Life isn't very normal, even though I'm still very much a normal girl. I ride the subway, I ride the bus, and all of that.

I commuted an hour and a half each way to high school in N.Y.C. I took a bus, a ferry, then a subway.

Danny woke up the next day feeling a little off. Not bad, exactly, not unsettled the way he had been the previous morning on the bus, just . . . off. He went down to breakfast and found his mother snoring into her coffee. Danny's dad was away on a business trip, and Danny's mother did not do mornings well. Toast. Toast seemed like a good idea. He slid some bread into the toaster. "Zzz . . . zz . . . " It was taking forever for the toast to pop up.

I was just finishing up my drink then I was off to get the night bus.' Carol grinned. 'Your sophistication never ceases to amaze me. What's wrong with a taxi?' 'You get a better class of nutter on the night bus. I blend in perfectly

I rented a car. I didn't really need one, I just wanted to make one less available. I wanted one businessman on the bus with no car.

Wayne was one of the worst drivers Finn had ever met. The bus nearly sideswiped two cars, then veered left and scraped its wheels against the curb, before smashing back down the roadway.

every morning i pray that the school bus will crash and we'll all die in a fiery wreck. then my mom will be able to sue the school bus company for never making school buses with seat belts, and she'll be able to get more money for my tragic death than i would've ever made in my tragic life. unless the lawyers from the school bus company can prove to the jury that i was guaranteed to be a fuckup. then they'd get away with buying my mom a used ford fiesta and call it even.

inhabited by hopeless, motor-mouthed simpletons, drifting from a bad place to somewhere even worse. If you're lucky, people on the bus will wake you in order to borrow a cigarette. The man occupying the window seat is likely to introduce himself with the line "What the hell are you staring at?

zoals zij in de bus op weg naar Wierenbeke achter de chauffeur had gezeten met al het verdriet van Belgie in haar ogen.

Translated 'Non omnia possumus omnus' as 'No possums allowed on the omnibus.

The bus is unpleasantly full men sitting and girls standing, which seems the usual thing in this part of the world.

I'm very straightforward on immigration. The bus is full. We haven't got enough energy, we haven't got enough electricity, we haven't got enough of a health service.

I don't really put cars in my videos because I'm always flying or on a tour bus.

Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you've changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so when you pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there waiting for you. I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you.

8 A.M., Winifred Chapman got off the bus at the intersection of Santa Monica and Canyon Drive. A light-skinned black in her mid-fifties, Mrs. Chapman was the housekeeper at 10050 Cielo, and she was upset because, thanks

After the rain ended, I tried my new trick with the dog door again, and sure enough, I was out in the backyard for a second time. I dug a hole, chewed the hose, and barked at Smokey, who was sitting in a window and pretending not to notice me. When a large yellow bus pulled up in front of the house, Ethan and several more neighborhood kids, including Chelsea, tumbled out. I jumped up to put my paws against the fence, and the boy ran to me, laughing.

Probablemente no habría sido mucho peor (tal vez habría sido mucho mejor) buscar consuelo en las dos monjas del autobuses la avenida Lyons en lugar de en una persona que se delataba en los placeres de las corrupciones habituales e insignificantes que proliferan allí donde la gente compite incluso por las más mínimas ventajas del rango.

He currently calls himself Ben Shepherd. A magazine left on the bus by a previous passenger featured an article about a police dog

A bus came. I climbed aboard and sat on the plastic seat while the things of our city turned in the windows like the images in a slot machine.

Those who did remember probably shrugged off the chill of her memory, turned their heads down to the sports page or up toward the approaching bus. The world is a terrible place, they thought. Bad things happen every day. My bus is late.