We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in 's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disa...
No one was ever lost on a straight road.
Don't leave the main road for a shortcut.
We make our own destiny, not because we can see the road ahead, but because we cannot see the road ahead. It is the road, the motion, the forward movement, that takes us to ourselves.
No man was ever a great success traveling an easy pre-made road. All great things REQUIRE sweat, tears and maybe even some blood spilled to be accomplished. The average man walks the easy road, the innovators CREATE the road!
I thought: hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is just like roads across the earth. For actually the earth had no roads to begin with, but when many men pass one way, a road is made.
We all have our own personal roads to travel, it’s only when we follow someone else’s road that we deviate from our own journey. Be Strong and Travel Your Own Road
There's just something hypnotic about maps.
It's not the end of the road, it's just the end of the road work.
Don't order one for the road, because the road is already laid out.
Cycling is a sport of the open road and spectators are lining that road.
The shortest road man walks, is sadly the road of gratitude!
I'm a pro-capitalist, middle-of-the-road, tepid centrist.
I wish I could say we all lived happily ever after. I can't. But I can say we lived. Our love for Nate lives, and he's left us this piece of himself in his art; it was his gift to us. We know him through his art, and I can take comfort in that. I gue...
Lots of people are born into lives that feel like a journey in the very middle of a big ship on familiar seas; they sit comfortably, crossing their legs, they know when the sun will rise and when the moon will wane, they have plans that they follow, ...
Beautiful roads never go far.
She is like a road -- pretty, but crooked.
The road to a friend's house is never long.
To a friend's house the road is never long.
Short is the road that leads from fear to hatred.
No road is too long in the company of a friend.
