Quote by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“Then the train resumed its journey, leaving in its wake, in a snowy field in Poland, hundreds of naked orphans without a tomb.”

— Elie Wiesel

“On the north side of the train the windows were plastered with snow, and on the south side great clouds of snow were whipped…

— Benedict Freedman

“...and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked…

— Vendela Vida

“Very soon the train came puffing up into the station; then two or three minutes, and the doors were slammed to, the guard whistled,…

— Anna Sewell

“Like a long train which stops at every dingy little station, the winter dragged slowly past.”

— Christopher Isherwood

“The train might just as well have been a plane, something with wings. I felt suspended above everything: the city, time, the hard, cold…

— Stewart Lewis

“Karl looked to the far side of the platform and saw the approaching engine. It was immense, a bulky cylinder of metal spewing great…

— Jack Croxall

“Although it was only six o'clock, the night was already dark. The fog, made thicker by its proximity to the Seine, blurred every detail…

— Théophile Gautier

“When the leaves began to fall, all the visitors were gone, and the whistle from the train passing through Orange gave a long, lonesome,…

— Edna Lewis

“I would ask myself what o'clock it could be; I could hear the whistling of trains, which, now nearer and now farther off, punctuating…

— Marcel Proust

“Everything can change in Petersburg except its weather. And its light. It's the northern light, pale and diffused, one in which both memory and…

— Joseph Brodsky

“My train was late, slowed by the usual Sunday engineering work. I got home in the early evening. I remember that I had a…

— Julian Barnes