Quotes About Bus stop

I'm one of those moms who's at the bus stop with my camcorder every year, with my phone taking a million pictures as they get on the bus.

Soon the two children will walk down Edgehill Road from the bus stop like burros under their knapsacks

I slipped at a bus stop; I went one way and my hair went the other. That was the end of my wig.

If you look there is humor in every situation like your Aunt eating up all the food at the funeral or the lady sitting next to you at the bus stop.

I had some crazy friends, girlfriends too. We had our share of parties and drunken escapades as well. Once when in college I ran out of money and had to sleep at a bus stop. It was fun, as all of us on Delhi's Hindu College campus were happy children of the Beatles' generation.

Perhaps we've time to have a look at the Number Thirty-One bus queue before we turn in.

It's only the beginning of January, but some daffodils and snowdrops have made it through the earth and stand wetly in little rows by the path. The bus stop is depressing; there's a line of people looking as cold and fragile as the line of flowers [...]

After school, I walk to the bus stop in town, breathing the bonfirey, marshmallowy smells of autumn. I love this time of year, when people start to rehearse for Christmas plays and pantomimes, and the air feels like it's full of magic spells. This is the time of year when arriving home after school feels cosy, like going back to bed.

Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.

There are 158 footsteps between the bus stop and home but it can stretch to 180 if you aren't in a hurry, like maybe if you're wearing platform shoes.

I had done my first picture and I didn't have anything to do for awhile. I was asked to come back to New York and do Bus Stop in the role of the cowboy opposite Kim Stanley.

He stayed that way for a while, fallen man, porcelain angel, as if the two of them waited for a bus.

waiting at the bus stop. Only then did he feel safe. He turned abruptly

Seems strange,' he continues. 'A girl you barely know, yet you have selfies with her on your phone and then she's cuddling up to you at the bus stop like she's your best friend.

in the book i'm reading (The Principal) the main chareter best friend has to go to a differnt school. I can picture them waiting at the bus stop together crying.

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

We have far too many kids. At one time in the playpen there was standing-room only. It looked like a bus stop for midgets. It used to get so damp in there, we'd have a rainbow above it.

Give me your morning. Breakfast, waking up, walking to the bus stop. Be as specific as possible. Slow down in your mind and go over the details of the morning.