Gossip needs no carriage.
The community of living is the carriage of the Lord.
You don't go to heaven in a carriage.
Small molehills can turn carriages over.
You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles whe na carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carri...
Harry Potter: [sees a strange reptilian-like horse] What is it? Ron Weasley: What's what? Harry Potter: That. Pulling the carriage. Hermione Granger: Nothing's pulling the carriage, Harry. It's pulling itself like always. [Harry walks around the carr...
Maria looked at the TARDIS... 'Is that really your carriage?' She asked. 'It is not very good, monsieur. It has no wheels.' 'It doesn't need them,' laughed Amy. 'It's an English carriage. They don't have wheels. 'Does Monsieur Rory push it?' 'When ne...
Keep five yards from a carriage, ten yards from a horse, and a hundred yards from an elephant; but the distance one should keep from a wicked man cannot be measured.
Everything I see reminds me that in a few days I shall no longer see it... It's horrible... I shall see nothing more... nothing of what exists... the smallest objects that we use... glasses... plates... beds where people sleep so comfortably... carri...
Chained inside the carriage is a sinful woman. When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an agonizing death. Never again will you have such a perfect model for the screen. Do not fail to watch ...
Mary watched the sunset from her carriage window, realizing that such beauty could never last. Life was a golden glory that faded in the wink of an eye. Life was a village fair that only lasted for a single day. As the carriage rattled along, rocking...
[Thranduil's army of Mirkwood Elves arrives in Dale] Bard: My lord Thranduil. We did not look to see you here. Thranduil: I heard you needed aid. [a carriage full of food approaches and the citizens of Lake-town rush to the carriage in relief] Bard: ...
In the carriages of the past you can't go anywhere.
I suppose a human's carriage is a dwarf's bus.
In many walks of life, a conscience is a more expensive encumbrance than a wife or a carriage.
It is just an illusion of freedom. We are, perhaps, as free as a railway carriage.
The difference between authorized and unauthorized biographies is the difference between riding in carriage or squatting in steerage.
Heroes are not known by the loftiness of their carriage; the greatest braggarts are generally the merest cowards.
Now when I enter a carriage, it almost empties. But there's always one brave enough to stay.
There's no present left. This is the problem for a novelist. [The problem] is the present is gone. We're all living in the future constantly . . . Back in the day Leo Tolstoy -- what a sweetheart of a count and of a writer -- in the 1860's he wanted ...
[Tristan is on the ground and Primus has his sword at his throat] Primus: If Septimus insists on sending a boy to do a man's job... Tristan: No! Please, I don't know Septimus. I just need a lift. Look at me, I'm unarmed. Please. Please, let me ride w...
