I can't see the end of the road, but here is the great part: Courage is not about knowing the path. It is about taking the first step.
Oh well, maybe the only beauty left in cities is in the oil slicks on the road and maybe there isn't any beauty left in the people who live in these places.
Do you know why we’re all happy here, monsieur? Because it’s the last house on the road.
if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.
Do you know what the definition of insane is? Yes. It’s the inability to relate to another human being. It’s the inability to love.
In defense of geeks," Justine said, "they're great in bed. They fantasize a lot, so they're really creative. And they love to play with gadgets.
The stalker, meanwhile, stepped into the road. Didn’t even check for traffic. There wasn’t any, but something told me this was lucky for traffic rather than the stalker.
It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.
...all the disadvantages of good roads: high speed, and almost total lack of that inspiring factor in travel -- the welcoming hand of the interested stranger.
A father knows his child's heart, as only a child can know his fathers.
There is only one possible road you can take,' he said, 'and that is t go by way of your imagination.
Bike lane: the section of the road that accommodates wide loads and has speed bumps to protect drunk drivers.
I wish I had the gift of religious faith. Sometimes I long to believe in a structured universe designed purposefully for mankind.
I suspect each of us uses the past to prop up the bruised present. It’s a clumsy try for the comfort of normality.
The road to enlightenment is long and difficult, and you should try not to forget snacks and magazines.
You can change the road you take, but sometimes it can bend back to lead you straight to that same stubborn fate.
Silence has built walls, walls that I attempt to break by pedaling faster, only to be imprisoned a hundred feet down the road.
Fate isn’t one straight road…there are forks in it, many different routes to different ends. We have the free will to choose the path.
Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.
Why does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that's where the point lies.
In the moment of decision, may you hear the voice of the Creator saying, ‘This is right road, travel on it.
