Petrol Gas Quotes

Cars are empowered by either petrol or diesel or gas. That is their fuel. I don't care whether you want to pour pepper soup or orange juice into that car... It can't work! You can't live without intrinsic and extrinsic motivations and move forward

Yeah.’ He peers at me like he can’t believe I don’t know. ‘People are seriously fucked off about a hike in taxes, petrol prices. It’s got pretty nasty … tear gas, water cannons, the lot. It’s all over the news. Surely you’ve seen something?’ ‘I’ve only been here

Some clever individual takes wine bottles half full of petrol and sticks a cartridge case with two holes in the side up through the cork. The gas which escapes up through the cartridge case is ignited and burns evenly, lighting up the bunker better than the usual Hindenburg candles, which are in short supply anyway.

The city limit sign said: MOOSE PASS. Standing next to the sign was an actual moose. For a second, Percy thought it might be some sort of statue for advertising. Then the animal bounded into the woods. They passed a couple of houses, a post office, and some trailers. Everything was dark and closed up. On the other end of town was a store with a picnic table and an old rusted petrol pump in front. The store had a hand-painted sign that read: MOOSE PASS GAS. “That’s just wrong,” Frank said.

of them (pron. used with expressions of quantity) panne d’essence (f.) : panne d’essence station-service (f.) : petrol station, gas station Louis trouve que Melba exagère˚. Ce n’est pas la haute saison. Tous les hôtels ne sont pas complets. Mais il connaît Melba : quand elle est fatiguée, elle s’inquiète facilement˚. Un panneau annonce une "auberge-château". C’est à un kilomètre. Louis dit, enthousiaste : « Un château, c’est magnifique ! J’aime bien cette idée. Ma chérie, je t’offre˚ une nuit˚ dans un château ! » exagérer : to exaggerate facilement : easily offrir : to give, to offer nuit (f.) : night Plus loin, il y a un autre panneau : il faut tourner à gauche. La route est très sinueuse

How can I be ? Proud of my struggle, but having nothing to show. Guns , petrol, tires , gas, everything blows Now I am standing on top of Museum building burned into ashes. It Is smoke in the mirrors. Look at our Repercussions. Our legacy, our reputation. Canvas and portraits of arrogance Lies, deception, fractions results of politicians Insurrection results of a failed mission Blood used to paint our image Poor quality in this fotos, because nothing changed. You might think it is the 80’s, because you can see tribalism and racism. A perfect black and white picture. Sound of freedom turned into sound of violence, Ambulance, Police siren , people crying and dying Hunger and poverty used as tourists attraction They say look more poorer, so we can get more donation. I am getting global media coverage, Because I am queuing and walking long distance for food, Not because we are getting killed , abused and treated unfairly. They look at me and say Africa is starving Took my pics , post them on social media. Now they are laughing. Being born with a price tag, that says you not worth it, because your black. Government looted everything from the poor Now the poor are looting the government. It is like a stolen movie. Those who started it all and who are behind it, are not getting their credit and spotlight . If we change looting to colonization , then they would be heroes. Not sure whether to say goodbye or good night Because when you're in Phoenix , this might be your last night. 

When government raised the tax on petrol, gas stations just passed it on to people. Same with that on canned goods or alcohol, it was the people who bore all the toll. All tax hikes leading to price increments are strains on people, not establishments. Never would companies react on them: “They are taxes on people, not on them!

I suppose the precise moment when death swoops in to snatch your soul isn't actually terrifying. The nanoseconds preceding it are like Final Destination 6 playing out at 120 frames per second. The Jeep hurtling down, me inside it, being tossed around violently, screaming, watching the freefall knowing that the gas tank has 60 gallons of petrol in it and seeing a protruding rock fifty metres ahead. Now that is cruel!

he made a mental list: they would have to drive on the right, they would call it gas and not petrol, the letter ‘u’ would be deleted wholesale from words. Just think of the number of saved keystrokes! And there would be no beating around the bush – people would talk straight and say what they meant instead of saying they liked something that they secretly hated.