Quotes About Paths

Our lives are merely trees of possibilities.

For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortex—asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white: mine own unison in duality.

Truth is one, paths are many.

Life is like driving on the road.... Most of those who are right , Loose patience and change lanes(paths) and are generally the ones to reach the destination quickly. However if they are not careful they may end up in disarray.

her choices had not been failures. They had been choices.

On late evenings when quiet inhabits my garden when grass sleeps and streets are only paths for silent mist I seem to remember Smiling.

all narratives are lies, paths clumsily hacked through the knotted snarl of truth.

Happy were the ages when the starry sky was the map of all possible paths, ages of such perfect social integration that no drug was required to link the hero to the whole.

No, fate is difficult. Is all ordained? Foreknowledge is not fate, and we may choose our paths, yet fate says we may not choose them. So if fate is real, do we have choice?

different ways. Some to Spain, others to

had given an oath and honor binds us to paths we might not choose.

Is all ordained? Foreknowledge is not fate, and we may choose our paths, yet fate says we may not choose them. So if fate is real, do we have a choice?

Die Wege in die Andere Welt sind so zahlreich und verschlungen wie die Flüsse und Bäche, die dem Meer entgegenstreben.

Ask about the ancient paths: Which is the way to what is good? Then take it and find rest for yourselves. Jeremiah 6:16

Suddenly it seemed that all that had been learnt in every English childhood of the wildness of English magic might still be true, and even now on some long-forgotten paths, behind the sky, on the other side of the rain, John Uskglass might be riding still, with his company of men and fairies. Most

Sólo yo entiendo lo lejos que está el cielo de nosotros; pero conozco cómo acortar las veredas. Todo consiste en morir, Dios mediante, cuando uno quiera y no cuando Él lo disponga. O, si tú quieres, forzarlo a disponer antes de tiempo.

The more we meditate on the Medicine Wheel and the Greater Wheel Above, the Cosmic Wheel, relating these to circles, spheres, mandalas of other traditions, the deeper grows our realization of the oneness of the myriad paths leading to the Center.

The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.

Life, like some cities, is full of blind alleys, leading nowhere. The great art is to get and to keep out of them.

Every life has forks in the road. And sometimes, the tines of that fork stab deep.

He also exposed them to a steady stream of Jeffisms: about one-way and two-way doors; how double the experimentation equals twice the innovation; how "data overrules hierarchy" and there are "multiple paths to yes"—an Amazonian notion that an employee with a new idea who gets a negative reaction from one manager should be free to shop it to another, lest a promising concept get smothered in infancy.

But commercialism is the last sinkhole of love, and when reached, by paths of desperation and paths of cruelty, misused emotions—all hope is gone. There is no return save by miracles, and there are no more miracles for the common among common men.

The tricky thing about mazes is that you don't know if you've chosen the right path until the very end. If it turns out you were wrong, it's usually too late to go back and start again. That's the problem with mazes.

Like two straight lines overlapping, we momentarily crossed at a certain point, then went our separate ways.