38 Quotes About Subway

Anyway, I think Florence and I noticed each other before the local train screeched to a halt at the 110th Street station, because as I boarded it felt as though we were supposed to step into the same car, and hold onto the same moist metal bar. My wishful hunch now seems confirmed by the way she's reading her Time magazine article next to me.

Summer sticks to her skirt sumptuously, in the shiny gray fabric hanging loosely from her curves. Her chestnut eyes, apparently hidden from strangers; her simple but graceful face, unpainted by Madison Avenue; and her straight black hair, parted down the middle without ego, all suggest a minimalist - almost pastoral - beauty that is oddly discordant with her fashionable attire, comfortable indifference to the crowds, and quasi-attentive perusal of the Time magazine unfolded over her hand.

Youth is marked by a breathtaking novelty that diminishes with each year of age - until life becomes a delusive struggle to break routines, escape the ordinary, and rediscover the joy of discovery.

I look at everything. God gave me eyes and I look at women and men and subway excavations and moving pictures and the little flowers of the field. I casually inspect the universe.

He slept in the park, on the subway trains, or with friends from work. He never had a home of his own.

In reality, he was living off of his victims. He stole purses, broke into cars, robbed people that were coming out of the subway, and did a lot of shoplifting. He was like a human parasite, which was ironic considering what was going through his body this very moment.

Sometimes, he would have to hide from track workers or urban explorers. It amazed him how busy the subway tunnels could be with activity. He constantly asked himself why teenagers would want to lurk around those dark tunnels seeking adventure. What was the point? Personally, he hated being down there. Most tunnels were dark, damp, and dirty.

Tramway is more close to human soul than the subway because it touches to the passengers’ souls with a sweet sunshine!

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