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Onto the unpaved dirt road that runs toward the
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads
The road to anywhere is the road to nowhere, and the road to nowhere leads to dreams sacrificed, opportunities squandered, and a life unfulfilled. In our journey we will encounter forks and turnings in the road.
At crossroad, God is our guide post. He points the right path.
Here's a truck stop instead of St. Peter's.
We all have our own road to walk. Whether rocky, curving, straight or smooth, what good is a lonely road? It's when we run and intersect with other roads that defines our road. When road meets road do we get direction, and choices to cross into another life.
To survive the Borderlands you must live sin fronteras be a crossroads.
Our world is at the crossroads. We have a choice, right and wrong.
As I make a final right-hand turn onto our street, my GPS informs me that I've "reached my destination". "My destination," I laugh aloud to myself. My GPS doesn't know squat.
There's roads, and there's roads,
And they call. Can't you hear it?
Roads of the earth
And roads of the spirit
The best roads of all
Are the ones that aren't certain.
One of those is where you'll find me
'Til they drop the big curtain.
He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to.
The termination; final chapter of endless road.
There is one Now: the spot where I stand, And one way the road goes: onward, onward.
Every thought leads me back to crossroads of patience, forgiveness and love.
Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night's busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.
Nowhere in particular on the way from A to Z. Or say for verisimilitude the Balloygan Road. That dear old back road. Somewhere on the Ballyogan Road in lieu of nowhere in particular. Where no truck anymore. Somewhere on the Ballyogan Road on the way from A to Z.
The grand highway is crowded with lovers
and searchers
and leavers
so eager to please, and to forget. Wilderness
turnpike itself. Garraty
Janus and his doorways. He would have you believe that all choices are black or white, yes or no, in or out. In fact, it's not that simple. Whenever you reach the crossroads, there are always at least three ways to go ... four if you count going backward.
Standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, and I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song.
Happy roads is bunk. Weary roads is right. Get you nowhere fast. That's where I've got - nowhere. Where everyone lands in the end, even if most of the suckers won't admit it.
I figure when you come to a crossroads, you have a choice: right turn, left turn, straight ahead. Or you can just pull over to the side of the road and call it quits. But if you've got a good stretch of road up ahead and someone fun to travel it with, why stay stuck in the galdern ditch?
A crossroad. What a pain in the ass spot to end up in. (Abarai Renji, Bleach)
At the crossroad in my life, I didn't know which way to go. I just mindlessly choose a random direction... then, after regretting my decision I tried to retrace my steps. However, without even realizing it the sun had already set.
...in life, a man only comes to a few crossroads that can shape his future for good or bad. Sometimes one recognized these crossroads, and could stop and think about the right decision. But other times, the choice could only be seen with the clarity that came afterward.
The slick bare tar, the same suburban station.
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway, oh no, this is the road to hell.
The freeway is the last frontier. It is unsurpassed as a training ground for the sharpening of survival skills.
Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring, and the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light, and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor.
Where are you going?" I asked.
"The middle of nowhere."
"I thought this was it."
"Nah." You shook your head. "This is just the edge.
What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?
The still point in a turning world.
Revolution looks at the intersection ahead and pushes people to do the right thing.
the sort of place you went when you had no other options.
Life takes up one long, winding road to fulfill its seemingly endless journey, and when we find ourselves stumble upon forks in the road, we choose wisely.
The agenda of the roadblock is the philosophy of the stop sign.
There is what is called the highway to posts and honor, and there is a cross and by way, which is much the shortest.
car. I headed down CA-116 - the winding road
I'm at a crossroads. I believe I only have one chance to pick the proper direction.
The best path through life is the highway.
A few hundred yards ahead a Michelin post showed where a small parochial road crossed with the highway.
I took the road less traveled...where the heck am I?
Many journeys, often ones you didn't plan to make, take you to an unexpected destination that turns out to be exactly where you want to be.
country highway. He sensed that he was
You don't want to get to the end of life's journey and discover you never left the interstate.
You must choose a road for yourself.
What appears to be the end of the road may simply be a bend in the road.
As you go through life, there are thousands of little forks in the road, and there are a few really big forks-those moments of reckoning, moments of truth.
There are roads where people go, and where they should arrive is their mission.
Looking hard for a drive in, searching for a corner cafe, where the hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day,
There are no dead ends, just detours.
Thinking: this journey will be the axle of my life.
Look down - look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Times Square, where Broadway crosses 7th Avenue, is known as the crossroads of the world. Millions
With me, something different and deep, in bright focus and pointing the way, arrived in the practice of hitchhiking. I am the spirit and the heart of hitchhiking, I am its cortex and its medulla, I am its foundation and its culmination, I am the jewel in its lotus.
hill. We took the trucks there, pulled out the
Our street corners keep secrets, and our road signs only suggest,
never deciding for us, never knowing if the destination to which they lead is where we truely belong.
Wherever a man separates from the multitude, and goes his own way in this mood, there indeed is a fork in the road, though ordinary travelers may see only a gap in the paling. His solitary path across lots will turn out the higher way of the two.
We took the parkway to Linville Falls, 221 to Marion, then I-40 here. The Alleluia Highway, we decided to call it.
Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.
We run down the right fork, Manchee at our heels, the night and a dusty road stretching out in front of us, an army and a disaster behind us, me and Viola, running side by side.
Literary Party: A traffic jam of the lost waiting for the ferry across the Styx.
My rite of passage into my brave new world, life on the road.
Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.Road-- Isaac Marion
highway after the boy.
The road to someday leads to a town of nowhere.
Well, I'm a standing on a cornerIn Winslow, ArizonaAnd such a fine sight to see,It's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed FordSlowin' down to have a look at me.
Driving down the wrong road and knowing it, The fork years behind, how many have thought To pull up on the shoulder and leave the car Empty, strike out across the fields; and how many Are still mazed among dock and thistle, Seeking the road they should have taken?
I looked north, in its direction - the very thought of that bridge a beacon to me. I looked south, to where I'd been, to the wild land that had schooled and scorched me, and considered my options. There was only one, I knew. There was always only one. To keep walking.
The Road
Life isn't a destination
It's a journey.
But you gotta be heading somewhere
or you're just a mouse
going round.
Even if
the place you wind up
isn't the place
you where bound
Crossing the Rubicon of absolute pain is the only journey of purpose and meaning in life.
At the fork in every road, choose the road that brings you nearer to God.
Your choices are very essential; without a better choice, you are risking to drive a destination whose name you know, but address you forget!
Life presents us with moments of decision - crossroads where we either choose a new direction and move on, or cling to what we already have and be miserable.
Think of this as an adventure, Diesel said.
I'm from Jersey. I get my adventure on the Turnpike.
Pull over to the side of your journey and look how far you've come
Here we are and there we go:---but where?
This bridge will take you halfway there - the last few steps you will have to take yourself.
Each breath we take brings us to, and past, a crossroads in life, and there is no turning back.
That roads are for journeys, ma'am, not destinations
When you get to the end of the road and feel like you've arrived at a place where you don't want to be, for pity sakes, turn around, back up and move in a different direction. There's no road in life that is a dead end unless you stop there permanently.
Is the journey the destination? Please, no. Let me out of your Volkswagen bus at the next corner.
Every journey has its share of stops and each one serves some purpose.
Anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection
You see the names of places roundabout? They're mine now, and I've turned them inside out.
With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where time and men and deeds connected.
I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.
You are the somewhere you are trying to get to.-- Mooji
The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road.
detours in the road. Because without them, this life
For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.
with a mouth of lush church grass I stand at the crossroads drinking the light of faith on the shores of eternity I lead my body, on like a dun horse in the dusk toward the forest somewhere
The exciting isolation of leaning against the wind on the highway hitchhiking, waiting for someone to stop and offer me a lift, perhaps to a town three miles down the road, perhaps to new friendship, perhaps to death.
I stand beside Tom's barn and ponder the benign heedlessness of the people in the speeding cars, and here I am in the speeding car. In my heart I wish the bypass had never been built; in my car I never take the old way.
The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.
Every person, I have come to believe, has a moment or a place in life when all four points of the compass converge, from when or where their life finally takes--for better or for worse--its fated course.
East, to the dawn, or west or south or north! Loose rein upon the neck of-and forth!
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the on less traveled by,
and that has made all the differernce
See perhaps four and a half miles, and the lookout
If you haven't arrived yet, keep driving, your destiny is waiting for you.