About train statuses

And the trains are moving again... moving... And I stay and stay.
Let’s see you on Wednesdays, On Tuesdays and Mondays, let’s... On Thursdays, and on Sundays, On Fridays, Saturdays, so that you know in what mood you fall asleep... So that you can serve cheesecakes in the morning with coffee...

To cover you early in the morning, When it gets cold outside... I'm careful and won't wake you up. It's enough just to know that we are together...

And there is no need to rush anywhere anymore... Let them drive... drive past the train. Mutual love... ...show full text...

Oh, how I loved trains as a child, Mysteriously festive, green, Cheerful, noisy, dusty, Always rushing back and forth!

Adults are strange sometimes. If possible (that’s funny!) they don’t occupy the top shelves, which makes it so nice to look out the window!

Unfortunately, they don’t like to wake up early, They don’t jump out somewhere to get a pie, And they don’t fly like monkeys, From shelf to shelf in one leap.

They take their souls away in the most boring conversations, They grumble and scold you every hour, And they look at the pears almost in fear,... ...show full text...

All the trains have left a long time ago, I won’t change anything in my life. After all, I love my native stop and I will never betray it.

The long road is shining for me, the trains are singing songs to me, and how tempting is the devilish star

Judging by the conversations on the train, there are no boring people in the world with uninteresting biographies.

Oh, those conversations on trains! A viscous spleen along the rails, along the reserved seat, Stretched threads of the old map. And in the vestibule there are the purest eyes.

A neighbor on the top bunk with a loud snoring, A girl in bright shorts by the window And the smells of Abkhazian wine, (And someone has already become someone’s brother).

Stories from the abandoned wilderness will rush through the carriage at sunset. Where is the girl, in a funny green dress, Singing about “revelations of the soul”.

A handsome young artilleryman, Someone will become a sweet, kind husband, With his smile everyone is unarmed! Military "undeserved" artist.

At the station there is a newspaper for a nickel, The platform is besotted with the press. I will lie to them that I will become a poetess. Oh, those conversations on trains.

Trains are amazing; I still adore them. Traveling by train means seeing nature, people, cities and churches, rivers - in essence it is a journey through life.

People love trains not because of the beautiful views outside the window, but because there is someone waiting at the other end of the track.

Twilight, kisses of night stations, As if life had been jumped over by you, As if darkness had licked all the fences, Floors...

And only rails, rails remained, Lives, villages, stations, cities, Scattered, night flights, Who went where...

The hall is filled with people, bags, You are alone as the messenger of the day, Something in the darkness is bothering you, Adopt...

Someone is pulling you towards the carriage, Break free, wait for yourself, The door slammed shut. Stages. Stop...

Twilight, kisses of night stations, He did not do as you said.

When it’s appropriate to add a bit of a plot to a story about a train that leaves the station, And it’s rushing somewhere, even though there’s no point in moving, And it’s rushing somewhere, even though it seems like it’s going nowhere, The main character will appear in one of the carriages, (Because it is immodest to write about oneself all the time), What rides and dozes. He dozes at night and slowly rides to station B. He is not material, but most likely a tool in an attempt to explore every paved path. At each of the stations, at any appropriate moment,... ...show full text...

Girls who love to take glamorous photos on the rails... do you know HOW the toilet on the train works? :-))))

Your train has arrived, like a jolt in your chest

Thoughts about trains read in statuses sometimes become the very “straw for a drowning man” that is needed today.

On a plane you fly quickly and in a businesslike manner, but on a train you can leisurely think about life, affairs and people.
Since the invention of the steam locomotive, people began to actively use the railway. And it will always be like this.
On the train you catch yourself feeling that you are traveling through life itself.
People in train compartments really don't like waiting for their neighbors. “If only there were no one,” they think. But when the compartment is filled, the train starts moving, and conversations that did not immediately begin begin to flow, it begins to seem that you are so lucky with your fellow travelers.
Why is there an opinion that on the train people pass the time by revealing their souls to their neighbors in the compartment? For example, I try not to bother anyone, I read a book or two I have taken in reserve. To be honest, I have never tried to be bored.
We live in a five-story building near the railway station. Listening to the clicking of carriage wheels has already become a habit, and without it neither I nor my mother can fall asleep.
Believe that your departed train will return one day. Believe firmly.
The train is always magnetized to the station. So my destiny is always with me.
Get on the train and get off at a random station. Better somewhere by the sea.
For some reason your train is behind schedule and late, while the unnecessary train always arrives on time.
You cannot travel on opposite trains at the same time. Therefore, in life you always have to make choices.
Have you ever traveled on a long-distance train with absolutely no luggage? An incomparable feeling.
If you are standing on the platform and see a suitable train, this does not mean that it is suitable for you. Wait for your train, no matter how long you have to wait for it.
You need to choose your path, or find it, or pave it yourself. Even if it means installing rails.
If you take the wrong train, it’s not a tragedy. Wait for the stop and find your train. The main thing is not to sour.
You need to live without drowning in grievances against people and fate. Travel on foot, on trains and planes. Be grateful to fate for what you have. This is life.

Statuses about trains

- Your train has left - I’m on a plane today.

My life is a train. In my best moments, it seemed to me that I was in control of him. At worst, I imagined myself as a passenger. And sometimes I realize that I am lying on the rails.

Switzerland: the train was half a minute late!? Sweden: the train was half an hour late!? Russia: the train was on time!? Zimbabwe: train!?

A railway worker asks a man running after the train and waving his arms: “Man, are you late for the train?” - No, damn it, I’m kicking him out of the station!

- I love you! - Your train has left the rails.

If you've been told your train has left, remember - there are still planes and yachts.

Send my train as soon as possible

Statuses about trains with meaning do not appear suddenly. These statements are inspired by travel, thoughts, and knowledge gained.

Sometimes you only appreciate a minute when you miss the train.
As a child, I often saw trains - from our summer cottage the railway tracks were clearly visible. This is a truly exciting sight: to see the carriages rapidly rushing into the distance and, with curiosity and some envy, try to see at least something through the rushing glass. When the train approached, my sister and I put everything aside for later and remained silent in fascination, following it with our eyes.
Trains not only leave, but also return. The same will happen with my train.
Don't despair, your train hasn't arrived yet.
Insomnia on a train is more exhausting than if you walked that distance with luggage.
The entire planet is densely entangled in railway tracks, and trains scurry along them without a break.
Life can be compared to a train. On days of happiness and good luck I am a train driver, on difficult days I am a passenger.
If you are convinced that your train has left, do not despair. After all, there are still taxis, planes, and ships.
When you travel on a train, the sound of the wheels is much more convincing than any lullaby.
Life flashed by like a fast train.
Don’t worry if you miss the train, but consider that you are waiting for the next one in advance.
Don't resign yourself to fate if you don't agree. Only the train moves on rails, and you can choose any road at any time.
When you want to get on a train, it doesn’t matter where it takes you. You know that only moving forward will save you.
When you find yourself in the carriage, you are enveloped by a kind of sweet homelessness and humility.
-Where are we going? - What does it matter? We're on our way, and that's already good.
Looking at the world from the window of a passenger train, you feel a little like a child, and the pictures that appear before your eyes feel like toys. Everything seems simple, but the magical magic of a rushing train draws you to the window to admire the simple landscapes.
I came to my senses and ran to the station. My last train showed me its tail. But the feeling of your kiss on my lips made my head spin so much that walking home along the sleepers seemed like a sweet habit to me.
At the end of life's journey, a person sits by the window and looks with wise eyes at the passing trains.
Trains roam around the world; the huge planet is accustomed to them.

Train - best statuses

The platform whispered heart-rending speeches, captivating with the light of bright lanterns. And the drizzle of rain, biting the shoulders, drove the wind of the crowd with its music.

The cold steps were waiting again, the familiar clatter of ringing heels. The conductors checked the tickets, Wishing you sweet, warm dreams for the night.

And moving away with long beeps, they hurried into the distance along the train rails. And foreign cities greeted them with joyful, kind words.

Night station. The sound of wheels is not heard, The hubbub of those who have been sleeping for a long time is not heard, Time drags on, as if pulled by a cable, And falls from the heights to the bottom.

Night animals go hunting, Through the silence and smooth surface you will hear the rustling of eagle owls. Owls prepare to fly, While the killers count the gunpowder.

In the station window the light is on non-stop, And you will see the guard’s post, And while waiting you will ask for “parking”, So that you can relax and enter without problems.

And suddenly you hear a distant clatter, The clatter of steps, wheels or hooves, Or maybe it’s just a robot, That will be killed by time.

But no, it’s the sound of wheels hitting the rails, and you realize that you’ve finally waited. When the awake drivers let you into their house and in the end -

The drops of sweat of anticipation will be wiped away, And you will go on your way, And you will do without goodbyes, You just have to dive into the carriage.

Quotes about train

A collection of quotes on the theme of train.

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“Nothing is more tiring than waiting for a train. Especially when you’re lying on the rails.”

- Don Aminado Russian satirist poet, memoirist, lawyer 1888 - 1957

“Remember, the mind is your best muscle. Big hands can move stones, but great words can move mountains... Ride the brain train to success.”

— Sylvester Stallone American actor, director, screenwriter and producer 1946 Remember the mind is your best muscle. BIG ARMS can move rocks, but BIG WORDS can move mountains. Ride the brain train for success. Source: Sylvester Stallone on Twitter https://twitter.com/TheSlyStallone/status/27158992333

“Does everything end with death, is there something else after it? Perhaps, for an artist, giving up his life is not the most difficult thing? I, of course, know nothing about all this, but every time I see the stars, I begin to dream as involuntarily as I dream when looking at the black dots that mark cities and villages on a geographical map. Why, I ask myself, should the bright points on the sky be less accessible to us than the black points on the map of France? Just as we are carried by a train when we go to Rouen or Tarascon, death carries us to the stars. However, in this reasoning, only one thing is indisputable: while we live, we cannot go to a star, just as, having died, we cannot board a train. It is likely that cholera, syphilis, consumption, cancer are nothing more than heavenly means of transportation, playing the same role as steamships, omnibuses and trains on earth. And natural death from old age is equivalent to traveling on foot.”

— Vincent van Gogh, Dutch post-impressionist artist 1853 - 1890

Don't miss your train and collect your thoughts

Statuses about trains and roads will make you want to visit beautiful and distant places, alluring with their originality or rich in history and architecture.

The art of success lies in not only getting on the right train, but also not missing your station.
When you go to your loved one, even the side shelf near the toilet in a reserved seat carriage seems like heaven.
Trains are like people walking on the rails of fate.
Life can go along one track, like a train. But he, like life, sometimes turns to a different path when crossing roads.
The carriage of hope always travels at the end of the train.
Destiny is a train. Don’t rush to jump into it while running: what if it goes in the opposite direction?
If you are on the wrong train, be glad that you noticed right away and get off at the first station without delay. So it is in life...
Life is like a lottery: a random train can bring you exactly to your station.
A purchased train ticket is more exciting than a lottery ticket.
When nothing really works out, the smell of the station and the soothing sound of wheels will become a reliable doctor.
Life is not a station, but a train. He always goes forward, reducing the distance to the final station.
There are two useful ways to get out of depression: by train and by plane.
The sound of carriage wheels is like the sound of happy hearts.
While on the train, you have no influence on what happens on the road.
It's better to miss your train twice than to take someone else's once.
Sometimes marriage can be compared to the train you run behind in your youth. And when you finally jump into the carriage, catch your breath, sit down and start looking out the window, you catch yourself thinking that you are bored.
Lost love cannot be returned or caught up, just as it is impossible to catch up with a train by running after it.