#trains

I think you will see a lot of strains develop in the political process that will result in violence everywhere in the country - but it's controllable, it's workable and it will lead to a much better future for these people. ↗

— John Abizaid

#better future #controllable #country #develop #everywhere

Neither of us entered marriage thinking it wouldn't be a strain. Life has strains in it, and he's the person I want to strain with. ↗

— Patricia Arquette

#i #life #marriage #neither #person

When I was at school I used to scream in trains, in those concertina things between the carriages. I used to try to be so good that sometimes I couldn't bear it any more. ↗

— Jane Birkin

#bear #between #carriages #good #i

I've travelled around the UK a lot recently and have discovered that I really like trains. If you're in the quiet carriage, nobody can get hold of you and you can relax. ↗

— Honor Blackman

#carriage #discovered #get #hold #i

The law, which restrains a man from doing mischief to his fellow citizens, though it diminishes the natural, increases the civil liberty of mankind. ↗

— William Blackstone

#civil #civil liberty #diminishes #doing #fellow

Boston's freeway system is insane. It was clearly designed by a person who had spent his childhood crashing toy trains. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#childhood #clearly #crashing #designed #freeway

We usually use that mostly on the weekends because we have access to the range during the week. But I can tell you a number of times they have had a training holiday at Fort Benning, so nobody trains, and to drag him in is like pulling teeth. ↗

— Nancy Johnson

#because #drag #during #fort #had

The very atmosphere of firearms anywhere and everywhere restrains evil interference - they deserve a place of honor with all that's good. ↗

— George Washington

#atmosphere #deserve #everywhere #evil #firearms

Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre?' Worries Forget your worries All the stations full of cracks tilted along the way The telegraph wires they hang from The grimacing poles that gesticulate and strangle them The world stretches lengthens and folds in like an accordion tormented by a sadistic hand In the cracks of the sky the locomotives in anger Flee And in the holes, The whirling wheels the mouths the voices And the dogs of misfortune that bark at our heels The demons are unleashed Iron rails Everything is off-key The broun-roun-roun of the wheels Shocks Bounces We are a storm under a deaf man's skull... 'Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre?' Hell yes, you're getting on my nerves you know very well we're far away Overheated madness bellows in the locomotive Plague, cholera rise up like burning embers on our way We disappear in the war sucked into a tunnel Hunger, the whore, clings to the stampeding clouds And drops battle dung in piles of stinking corpses Do like her, do your job 'Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre? ↗

— Blaise Cendrars

#trains #travel #anger

For the purposes of the play, it was perfect to be able to use that and the stresses and strains that there were. At the end of the play, the mother realizes the terrible things she had done. ↗

— Fay Wray

#done #end #had #mother #perfect