Train Depot Quotes & Sayings

One person's roar is another's whine, just as one person's music is another's unendurable noise. — Henry Rollins

How many lovers did a person need, anyway? — Michelle Tea

The brilliant sunshine lay like a golden shawl over the rich mountain city that morning my train set me down for the first time in my life in young Denver. The names of strange railroads incited me from the sides of locomotives at the depot. As I passed up 17th Street a babble of voices from the doors of clothing stores, auction houses and pawn broker shops coaxed and flattered me with 'Sir' and 'Young Gentleman'. There was something in the streets I walked that morning, in the costly dress of the ladies in passing carriages, in the very air that swept down from the mountains, something lavish, dashing and sparkling, like Lutie Brewton herself, and I thought I began to understand a little of her fever for this prodigal place that was growing by leaps and bounds. — Conrad Richter

Kill me, and be cursed. You are no king of mine. — George R R Martin

To a greedy eating horse a short halter. — George Herbert

But you are not my wife. You are a woman who will go to bed with anyone who flatters your antics. That's — R.K. Narayan

C. S. Lewis shocked many people in his day when he came out in favor of allowing divorce, on the grounds that we Christians have no right to impose our morality on society at large. Although he would continue to oppose divorce on moral grounds, he maintained the distinction between morality and legality. — Philip Yancey

I hiked around town, the air sweet and dry, and was sort of overwhelmed by the perfection of it
the old courthouse, the train depot, Mount [Jumbo] and Mount Sentinel rising up, the neon bars, the funky festivity of a college town . — Garrison Keillor

Martin thought of the iron El trestles winding and stretching across the city, of department store windows and hotel lobbies, of electric elevators and street-car ads, of the city pressing its way north on both sides of the great park, of dynamos and electric lights, of ten-story hotels, of the old iron tower near the depot at West Brighton with its two steam-driven elevators rising and falling in the sky
and in his blood he felt a surge of restlessness, as if he were a steam train spewing fiery coal smoke into the black night sky as he roared along a trembling El track, high above the dark storefronts, the gaslit saloons, the red-lit doorways, the cheap beer dives, the dance halls, the gambling joints, the face in the doorway, the sudden cry in the night. — Steven Millhauser

Now, I looked across the Plattsburgh train depot and swelled with indulgent love at Ev's grumpy scowl. — Miranda Beverly-Whittemore

The schoolteacher is certainly underpaid as a childminder, but ludicrously overpaid as an educator. — John Osborne