To realize the value of one minute, ask the person who has missed the train,bus or plane.

Life is similar to a bus ride.The journey begins when we board the bus. We meet people along our way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends. There are stops at intervals and people board in.At times some of these people make their presence felt, leave an impact...

The bus had one too many people on it (the driver), so all of them had to die. The only thing that saved all those passengers was my love—and the fact that I know how to drive with a blindfold on.

And the bell jangled, the driver started. The bus whirled off, to the last stop, the lonely room, the lonely night.

I suppose a human’s carriage is a dwarf’s bus.

What sticks with me now is that this man said he needed to get to a hospital. He probably needed to reach his destination more than anyone else on the bus, yet he lacked the capacity to ride without getting kicked off. Maybe he reached the hospital eventually, and maybe he was connected with social...

Social conservatives say who drives the bus.

I was in the kitchen drinking coffee when I heard Coretta cry, “Martin, Martin, come quickly!” I put down my cup and ran toward the living room. As I approached the front window Coretta pointed joyfully to a slowly moving bus: “Darling, it’s empty!

Upstairs on a bus! It’s Unbelievable

I walked to work. I paced up and down the bus looking for a seat. Next time I walk to work I’m getting on my treadmill.

I gave my girlfriend a gallon of my semen and a minivan and told her to fill it up with kids. Big mistake! I should have given her a bus.

When you are already in Detroit, you don’t have to take a bus to get there.

People will often give you a detailed tour of the underside of the bus that they will throw you under later.

I get recognised sometimes. But I just live my life. I get on the bus, I get on the subway, it’s not a problem.

Yes, but they also don’t protest when you root through their pockets.

Since I can’t turn into a bat and fly, I’ll still need my bus pass

You know who we hear about all the rappers from? The bus drivers.

I love being on tour and having my own tour bus.

Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus and it’s hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy and more than anything in the world you want to get off and the only reason in the world you don’t get off is it’s still fifty blocks from where you’re going? Well,...

From the top of the bus she could see the vast bowl of London spreading out to the horizon: splendid shops with mannequins in the window, interesting people and already a much bigger world.

You go into extinction by being obsessed about becoming something else and then travelling in the wrong car while your real self keeps waiting at the bus stop for your unfulfilled return!