It was early evening twilight when we came around a corner… and there in the road was a red deer stag. He leapt up the bank beside the road and then paused, looking back over his shoulder as we passed. Like a scene in a dream I watched him as he wa...
There are so many things we can’t do anything about if we think about generalities. Things won’t go well because there is a huge gap between the generalities and the particulars. If we see generalities from the top of a mountain or from a plane, ...
I can't understand how people can settle for having just one life. I remember we were in English class and we were talking about that poem by - that one guy. David Frost. 'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood-' You know this poem, right? 'Two roads di...
I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me. I've left my chair, my house, my road, My town and my world behind me. I'm wearing the cloak, I've slipped on the ring, I've swallowed the magic potion. I've fought with a dragon, dined with a ...
The longest road to finding yourself is the one that begins at home, and ends at your home.
Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.
Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road.
You know... sometimes we meet our destiny on the road we take to avoid it.
Yes, sir, there are things to see and do on the French Riviera without spending money.
The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads.
I want someone who loves me like I'm the end of the road.
I hope your only rocky road is chocolate.
The country has turned its loyal inhabitants into wanderers similar to the survivors of an apocalypse.
It was as if she would never be whole until the secrets of the past were exposed.
I'm very close in age to my older brother, and we had a field at the end of the road where we could run around, climb trees, play football.
Age is just a number. Unless, that is, you live in Hollywood, where there's this notion that if you haven't hit it big by your 20s, you may as well hit the road.
Advice in old age is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road the nearer we approach to our journey's end.
I love being on tour; I love being on the road. It's the most amazing feeling ever. I live for it; I love it.
It’s amazing how many different roads we can take, but they all lead home.
There was an inevitability about the road towards each other which encouraged meandering along the route.
Trust becomes the only road home, back to love.
