Quotes About Traffic

Foget Murphy's Law. Nixe's Law: if you were waiting to make a left turn, there was always one oncoming fucktard who sailed through on the red.

Forget Murphy's Law. Nixie's Law: if you were waiting to make a left turn, there was always one oncoming fucktard who sailed through on the red. If you were in a grocery line, whichever line you picked would be run by Nimrod the Wonder-Iguana.

Santa Barbara is pleasant. It's heaven, but with a bit more traffic.

get off the fucking road you fucking wanker

I am afraid that is, as they say, impossible. Time moves forwards. We have the luxury of time but we still can't reverse it. We can't stop it. We are one-way traffic, just the same as all these mayflies.

Santa Barbara is pleasant. It's heaven, with a bit more traffic. But nothing ever happens in heaven.

Well, it's a little harder in New York. It's not as forgiving to a film crew. You hold up a bunch of New Yorkers who can't cross the street, they're not going to take it well. Southern California? They'll wait. It's cool man. In New York, they're like, 'Are you kidding me? I gotta get to work.'

The average american spends six months of his or her life waiting for red lights to turn green. six months wasted, waiting for permission to move on.

Did you know that the average American spends six months of his or her life waiting for red lights to turn green?

This happens...people coming in from South Auckland get to Mount Albert right?...and the thing it's like, hopefully, we could divert some of that traffic and criminals away from Mount Albert...

A man sits in his car at the traffic lights, waiting for them to go green.

Rush hour was under way; her car became one more pair of headlights in a glittering daisy chain of commuters.

We're going nowhere, " Joan said grimly. Traffic on the narrow street was at a complete standstill. A chill settled in Sophie's stomach: it was the appalling fear that her brother was going to die. "Sidewalk," Nicholas said decisively. "Take it." "But the pedestrians—" "Can get out of the way. Use your horn.

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The peace you seek is there, it's there between all the traffic in your mind, stop and rest for peace will find you if you let it.

sometimes I struggle to get the thoughts out of my head because they are stuck behind one another like cars in a traffic jam.

You know you're in L.A. when you put air in your tires and they cough.

I looked out the window for other passengers in love with their drivers, but we were well disguised, we pretended boredom and prayed for traffic.

Advice to children crossing the street: damn the lights. Watch the cars. The lights ain't never killed nobody.

It's no secret that traffic in the Seattle area is a challenge. The Eastside may be worse.

One final thought. In the years leading up to my trial, whenever I was caught in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the highway leading to my cottage, creeping along behind a battered, rust eaten pick-up truck with a sticker on its rear bumper that read JESUS SAVES, I used to think don't count on it, buster. Now I am no longer sure.

Not according to your definition. It appears Andromeda has taken a vow of celibacy." Naasir groaned. "I think I should jump off into traffic. It'd be less painful than such torture.

Getting through Lake Tahoe was already like L.A., with construction all over the place

I looked around out the driver's window of the hearse. It was Stills! We got out and hugged right there on Sunset Boulevard in the middle of traffic. Horns were honking! To us it seemed like everybody was celebrating! Something was happening, but we didn't know what it was. It was fucking Buffalo Springfield, that's what it was.