Best 105 quotes in «bus quotes» category

I've come to some balance now and calmness. If anything happened to me and I got hit by a bus - I hope this doesn't happen, but if something happened - my body of work is something I could rest on. I don't feel, "Oh God, I have to hurry up . . .

I wasn't aiming at the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.

I was really sick and I walked outside of the bus and realised; oh no I'm not allowed to be sick. I'm not allowed to say; sorry no I can't pose with you for a photo because I'm sick. I am a super human now, or I have to be one.

I was gonna put him on the bus...I got tired of him talking, it was time for him to go home.

Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus.

I watch people from the top of buses who don't know they're being watched. It's quite fascinating.

I wave to the double-decker buses from my bike, but the passengers never wave back. Why? Am I not an attraction?

Lady, right now you could tell me to throw myself under a bus to make you happy, and I’d oblige you. (Xypher)

Obviously I wanted to be a bus driver - and I still do. If only I could get a part time job.

I would rather play with 10 men than wait for a player who is late for the bus.

Our bodies penetrate the sofas upon which we sit and the sofas penetrate our bodies. The motorbus rushes into the houses which it passes, and in their turn the houses throw themselves upon the bus and are blended with it.

Take your big stick, and your boyfriend, and go find a bus to catch.

My resisting being mistreated on the bus did not begin with that particular arrest…I did a lot of walking in Montgomery.

Rosa Parks was primed, she had the Civil Rights Movement behind her, she didn't just decide to sit on the bus, it was strategic.

The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.

Psychology is a bus that accompanies an airplane.

The rule in music land is never doody in the bus and never doody in the RV.

There is one statesman of the present day, of whom I always say that he would have escaped making the blunders that he has made if he had only ridden more in buses.

There are going to be times when we can't wait for somebody. Now, you're either on the bus or off the bus.

We are all riding on the same bus.

This country was built on the backs of dudes who drank on buses. What we do honors them.

We are not better than native born Americans, and of course not smarter. We’ve just been to the last stop of this bus.

Values aren't buses... They're not supposed to get you anywhere. They're supposed to define who you are.

We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round.

We need segregated buses... This is Obama's America.

Thinking you've had depression makes about as much sense as thinking you've been run over by a bus. Trust me - you know when you've got depression.

What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?

When I was touring and spending so much time on the bus, I realized that I actually knew very little about the industry that I'm in so I set out to educate myself on the music business.

We now have contestants who will not let anything get in their way of victory. Some contestants have thrown each other under the bus this season.

When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks, "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here?

You never know when the next person to shake your hand at an autograph session, or the next guy you bump into on line at the pizza parlor, that could be your best friend for the rest of your life. Or it could be the person that two years later pushes you out of the way of a speeding bus. I mean, you just don't know.

When you're waiting for a bus, the thing to do is smoke a cigarette.

When you are already in Detroit, you don't have to take a bus to get there.This is quotes copyright © By Pumpkin Limited

You wouldn't be allowed to get on a particular bus, but you'd be asked to sign your autograph.

You risked the cub? (Dev) He’s not just a cub. (Aimee) You’re right. He’s the passenger who fell off the short bus. (Dev)

And the bell jangled, the driver started. The bus whirled off, to the last stop, the lonely room, the lonely night.

and so I opened my eyes and I opened my mind and I saw something I never would have noticed on a bicycle unless I was going very, very fast down a very long hill. Because of the speed of the bus and how I was exerting no effort, the telephone wires on the side of the road, sagging between poles, went up and down with the same rhythm as my heartbeat.

Be a true traveller, don't be a temporary tourist.

Beograd je najbolje mesto da se sačeka autobus za Zemun.

Busy in a bus or lacking luck you poke to pluck a pick-up truck. Utterly shocked you choke in the lock and check if you chuck a buck or if you are stuck in the muck. So you should lurk in a day like this in such a murky lucky way. In a day when you don't know if you laugh or cry... Errands wait for those who are late in the busiest day. Such day that defies all your senses and makes you want to fly... To fly away!

I recalled with some discomfort that the man driving the vehicle had invented the sport of volcano boarding, presumably as a way of solving, in one deft move, the problems of the insufficient riskiness of both snowboarding and hanging out on the slopes of active volcanoes. Although I was not sure that I wanted to live forever, I was sure that I didn’t want to go down in a blaze of chintzy irony, plunging into a ravine strapped into the passenger seat of a thing called the Immortality Bus.

I get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets some days. It overwhelms me as I’m sitting on the bus; watching the golden leaves from a window; a sudden burst of realisation in the middle of the night. I can’t help it and I can’t stop it. I’m alone as I’ve always been and sometimes it hurts…. but I’m learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking. I’m learning to make things nice for myself. To comfort my own heart when I wake up sad. To find small bits of friendship in a crowd full of strangers. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky, in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk an early morning in December, or a handwritten letter to an old friend simply saying ”I thought of you. I hope you’re well.” No one will come and save you. No one will come riding on a white horse and take all your worries away. You have to save yourself, little by little, day by day. Build yourself a home. Take care of your body. Find something to work on. Something that makes you excited, something you want to learn. Get yourself some books and learn them by heart. Get to know the author, where he grew up, what books he read himself. Take yourself out for dinner. Dress up for no one but you and simply feel nice. it’s a lovely feeling, to feel pretty. You don’t need anyone to confirm it. I get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets some days, but I’m learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking. I’m learning to make things nice for myself. Slowly building myself a home with things I like. Colors that calm me down, a plan to follow when things get dark, a few people I try to treat right. I don’t sometimes, but it’s my intent to do so. I’m learning.I’m learning to make things nice for myself. I’m learning to save myself. I’m trying, as I always will.

You're either on the bus or off the bus.

From the top of the bus she could see the vast bowl of London spreading out to the horizon: splendid shops with mannequins in the window, interesting people and already a much bigger world.

Maisha ni Dunia. Lakini Dunia ni basi. Sisi ni wasafiri. Mtu anapokufa amefika mwisho wa safari yake, huku Dunia ikiendelea.

I suppose a human's carriage is a dwarf's bus.

Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus and it’s hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy and more than anything in the world you want to get off and the only reason in the world you don’t get off is it’s still fifty blocks from where you’re going? Well, I can get off right now if I want to, because even if I ride fifty more years and get off then, it’s the same place when I step down to it. Whenever I feel like it, I can get off. As soon as I’ve had enough, it’s my stop. I’ve had enough.

One of my hobbies is discovering Universal laws. Here's one: if you light a cigarette, the bus always comes immediately. I have tested this theory many years, its a golden rule. If you light the cigarette, the bus ALWAYS comes.

People will often give you a detailed tour of the underside of the bus that they will throw you under later.

Sam Temple kept a lower profile. He stuck to jeans and understated T-shirts, nothing that drew attention to himself. He had spent most of his life in Perdido Beach, attending this school, and everybody knew who he was, but few people were quite sure what he was. He was a surfer who didn’t hang out with surfers. He was bright, but not a brain. He was good-looking, but not so that girls thought of him as a hottie. The one thing most kids knew about Sam Temple was that he was School Bus Sam. He’d earned the nickname when he was in seventh grade. The class had been on the way to a field trip when the bus driver had suffered a heart attack. They’d been driving down Highway 1. Sam had pulled the man out of his seat, steered the bus onto the shoulder of the road, brought it safely to a stop, and calmly dialed 911 on the driver’s cell phone. If he had hesitated for even a second, the bus would have plunged off a cliff and into the ocean. His picture had been in the paper.