#trains

I've been through a lot, both personally and professionally, and the album that I started to record two and a half years ago is a different album from the one that exists today. I even changed the album title. First it was 'All I Want is Everything,' and now it's 'Jumping Trains.' ↗

— JoJo

#album #been #both #changed #different

He offered her power, money, status... a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#love #lovers #money #power #prison

All of my life, trains had been coming and going, interrupting Ever’s daily life with their loud disregard. ↗

— Matthew Aaron Goodman

#love

I won’t let you have it. I won’t give you this moment. I won’t let you fill up this valuable organ...I own it. I won’t do it. I can’t think, I won’t think about it. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#desire #friendship #heart #heartbreak #jamie-weise

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#composing #creating #creative #jamie-weise #love

Everyone else trains just as hard as well and that there really is no such a thing as overnight success. ↗

— Julie Benz

#everyone #hard #just #overnight #overnight success

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

Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way. ↗

— Edna Ferber

#bump #business #causing #dull #going

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