Tho' you're tired and weary, still journey on, Till you come to your happy abode, Where all the love you've been dreaming of, Will be there at the end of the road.
You look at me with them eyes of yers, an I look at yer lips... an all I can think about is what it'ud be like to kiss you.
That was the kind of life she’d had as a child, and it was the kind she wanted as an adult. But it hadn’t worked out that way. Things in life seldom did, she’d come to understand
The two-way street of Total Information Awareness is the road that leads to a more transparent and complete picture of ourselves, our governments, and our world.
In the business world today, failure is apparently not an option. We need to change this attitude toward failure - and celebrate the idea that only by falling on our collective business faces do we learn enough to succeed down the road.
I'm a contemporary artist with a bit of an unexpected background. I was in my 20s before I ever went to an art museum. I grew up in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road in rural Arkansas, an hour from the nearest movie theater.
Death knows his way to us and he'll take it no matter what we do or we don't, but it's life that we should pave the roads that take us there.
Love is a winding mountainous road. Do you have an extra unicycle and handlebar mustache I can borrow?
Tragedy is when someone ends up dead. Everything else is just a bump in the road. For the record, that was something Daddy used to say.
The girl. Was that who I was? I was the girl just like they were the boys. Was that how we were going to address each other for the entirety of this year? How family-feeling.
I had not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction, but trode the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre.
If she allowed herself to give in to the whole sadness of it, she'd never ever be able to operate like a normal person again.
And at that moment Jude thought something that he would never forgive himself for. He wished that he had never met any of them.
Part of the trick of being happy is a refusal to allow oneself to become too nostalgic for the heady triumphs of one's youth.
Snowmageddon. Dirty glacial clouds hammered the city's anvil. On the District of Columbia’s northwestern edge, gusts of snow rolled across the Park Road Bridge like volcanic ash.
We may run into Kevin,” Lucy said gloomily. “She’s hoping to run into Kevin,” Zoë assured her. Justine smiled grimly. “Preferably with my car.
Now I see that it isn't the problems along the way that make us or break us. It's how we learn to stand and face them that makes the difference.
Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one--the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts,...Your affectionate uncle, Screwtape.
I tell ya! The road to success is an endless battle for you and me.
The virtuous man takes the middle road between the two extremes, making a point of being respectful of his own ideas without changing his personality or style.
What you are seeking in your retreat, I see clearly in every road and alleyway.
