Quotes about Car
The author chuckles at the resistance to using a prepared, written liturgy in prayer. He compares it to being unwilling to dress in any clothing we did not make ourselves, or being unwilling to drive a car we did not construct entirely by ourselves.
— NT Wright
When his rolls royce was mobbed by fans the chauffeur said: ''do you want me to get them off the car?'' and Lennon replied: ''No - they paid for it, they can wreck it
— John Lennon
I read on my iPad when I travel. I listen to audiobooks in the car. I read books in my bedroom, where I have a comfortable couch, a lamp and two dogs to keep me warm.
— Isabel Allende
if requiring you to show your ID is a method of oppression, then there is an awful lot of oppression going on in this country. Airports are full of oppression. Liquor stores? Oppression. Want to buy a pack of cigarettes? Hope you like your oppression extra smooth. Want to buy a car? Careful, oppression loses half it's value the minute you drive it off the lot.
— Dennis Prager
When a stranger comes up to me in the street and tells me that something in life is better because of a movement I'm part of, it is way more satisfying than a fancy house or car.
— Gloria Steinem
We could of brought weeners, she said. Yeah. Marshmallers. You wouldnt think a car would burn like that.
— Cormac McCarthy
I loved my family, but that night in the car I hit the wall of the reality of relationships in a fallen world.
— Timothy Lane
She sat beside him in the car, feeling no desire to speak, knowing that neither of them could conceal the meaning of their silence.
— Ayn Rand
My life is a pitiful, mechanical thing without a past, like a little wind-up car, ready to run in any direction someone points me.
— Barbara Kingsolver
I put the car in Park and kill the ignition. When I do so, I feel the tidal-wave rush, as I knew I would—the shakes, the post-adrenaline, post-traumatic physical reaction.
— Bill Clinton
Traffic is thick, so my urge to gun the car, to feel the freedom of this temporary independence, is stymied by the congestion at every intersection. I look up through the windshield at the bruised sky, hoping it won't rain.
— Bill Clinton
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
— Jack Kerouac