The Railway Children Quotes

#1. The corsets I wore in The Railway Children are still in my undies drawer, a prized relic of my favourite film.

Dinah Sheridan

#2. Over my desk hangs a poster from The Railway Children that my husband had framed for me. It is so lovely to see the children smiling as they run down the railway track.

Dinah Sheridan

#3. they would soon be old enough to read The Railway Children by Edith Nesbit and Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome, and eventually Iris Murdoch and Alan Bennett. They could all be readers, and maybe even uncommon ones.

Will Schwalbe

#4. This planet was a marketplace where evil tugged murderously at its chains. Its spies were everywhere. At windy corners where young girls with knowing children's faces were selling flowers and matches, on the operating tables at the hospitals, in the slums, at railway stations, under viaducts.

Paul Leppin

#5. One must separate from anything that forces one to repeat No again and again.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#6. How incredibly avaricious the whole operation was, the way they made the Jews pay for their tickets in the railway cars to the death camps. Yeah, and the rates for a third-class ticket, one way. And half price for children ... It was a kind of exploration of evil. Just how bad can we get?

Martin Amis

#7. I don't remember anything anybody said in any Jack Ford picture. Nothing happens except action.

Elia Kazan

#8. Being brave alone does not make us smart.

Caragh M. O'Brien

#9. I have been reading a delightful, though perhaps rather bitchy new book by Fr. Stephenson about Walsingham and Fr. H.P. There is a vignette of H.P. instructing the Sunday school children on what to do when confronted with an unbaptized person dying in a railway carriage.

Hazel Holt

#10. As to behavior, the leader must be respectable. A well-ordered life is the fruit of a well-ordered mind. The life of the leader should reflect the beauty and orderliness of God.

J. Oswald Sanders

#11. Somehow, in the relatively short time I'd known Serena, she had wiggled her way into my cold body. She was my light, my warmth, and I wasn't ready to let her go.

Jennifer L. Armentrout