Quotes About Road

Most home teams have chapels, so when I'm on the road I'll probably go to their services.

I've spent a lot of Thanksgivings on the road with my band, so anytime that I can spend Thanksgiving with my family in a traditional aspect, eating sweet potatoes and cranberries and stuffing and all the trappings of Thanksgiving and then get on a treadmill the next day extra long, I'm happy.

High-prowed fishing smacks bobbed at their moorings along the riverbank, nets draped over the gunwales to dry. Stork nests, intricately thatched and big as a queen's bed, crowned utility poles along the road.

FIVE hundred and sixty road miles separated Algiers from Tunis, and the first Allied troops cantered eastward in the rollicking high spirits obligatory at the beginning of all military debacles. V

Dodging potholes so old and deep that the devil must use them as a shortcut home...

Because everyone is an expert when it's not their dog in the road.

Wayne was one of the worst drivers Finn had ever met. The bus nearly sideswiped two cars, then veered left and scraped its wheels against the curb, before smashing back down the roadway.

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On the way we talked about the road sign Bridge Ices Before Road. I always wondered, If that's a problem, why don't they just build the bridge out of the same stuff they use to build the road? Drema explained that the bridge isn't made out of different material than the road, but that the bridge ices quicker because it's alone, hanging there without the land under it to keep it warm.

To what purpose? I am a dead man. (To Cromwell) You have your desire of me. What you have hunted me for is not my actions, but the thoughts of my heart. It is a long road you have opened. For first men will disclaim their hearts and presently they will have no hearts. God help the people whose Statesmen walk your road.

Road rage is the expression of the amateur sociopath in all of us, cured by running into a professional.

For every "Drive Safely" sign, shouldn't there be a "Resume Normal Driving" sign?

Oh, how long were the days of a man. When he strode upon the broken land. He sailed as far as a man could steer. And he never wished to lose his fear. For the fear of man is a thing untold. It keeps him safe, and it proves him bold! Don't let fear make you cease to strive, for that fear it proves you remain alive! I will walk this broken road, and I will carry a heavy load! So come at me with your awful lies, I'm a man of truth and I'll meet your eyes!

pumpkin-sized potholes

It's happening, just from the warming of the sun, the road and green praire farmland and buffeting wind coming together. And soon it is nothing but beautiful warmth and wind and speed and sun down the empty road. The last chills of the morning are thawed by the warm air. Wind and more sun and more smooth road.

All that night he followed bends of the black road jeweled by starlight until the wan light of the dawn touched the east with red and the pastures turned green.

A rosy sunset that flooded the long, sandy sea-coast with colour and brought red road and fir-darkened hill out in fleeting clearness of outline.

Then we'll go up the road and tell the good news to the others.

MRS. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow

But Cecily's maiden were never to leave the golden road.

Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped

Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place;

All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created, but within us the wilderness still lingers. What they dreamed, we live, and what they lived, we dream. —T. K. Whipple, Study Out the Land

car. I headed down CA-116—the winding road