Quotes About Road

Jeremy had a mysterious, breath-taking allure about him, the feel of autumn, like riding down a leaf-strewn road, churning up the fragrance of tomorrow in her wake. Yes, Jeremy was a dangerous mix of something sweetly familiar and the enticing scent of change.

I love watching movies. It breaks up the monotony of the road and momentarily takes you somewhere else.

My biggest ritual is writing at home more than on the road. I do very little writing on the road. Actually, it's funny to bring this into it, but one thing I always do is have a cup of coffee. I drink the most coffee when I'm writing songs.

Down the road of hate, at every busted corner lurks the need for love.

I would say luck and preparation. I didn't dominate WWE when I first started, it was a slow process. I wasn't labelled the golden child from day one, it's been a very long road.

And soon they were rolling on again, leaving Treegap behind, and as they went, the tinkling little melody of a music box drifted out behind them and was lost at last far down the road.

Neither the front nor the back entrance of the Custom-House opens on the road to Paradise

I was on my bike and got hit by some damfoo' in a Mercedes.

Na estrada, liguei o rádio e, por sorte, tocava Mozart. A vida pode ser boa em certos momentos, mas, ás vezes, isso depende de nós.

The road, they said, was a place apart, a country of its own ruled by no government but natural law, and its one characteristic was freedom.

when you're sentenced to drive a Smart car on a road where everything else has a speed best described by its mach number, you tend to pay attention.

I thought about that long drive in the

The most important thing about drinking on the road is just you've gotta do it in moderation, first of all. You've gotta know your limits.

We cannot address the place we find ourselves because we will not acknowledge the road that brought us here. Our failure to confront the historical truth about how African Americans finally won their freedom presents a major obstacle to genuine racial reconciliation.

The state bird of Nevada is the chicken-fried steak — and the labored flapping of its gravy-slathered wings (admittedly delicious) only fans the flames of frontierism. An organism running on brussels sprouts probably isn't as inclined to shoot up road signs or to share its habitat with bombing ranges and plutonium dumps as one that's running on hammered beef.

Ideas are made by masters, dogma by disciples, and the Buddha is always killed on the road.

James found the talk by the wagons tiring after a while. He liked to listen, and he had thoughts of what he'd like to say about the weather, or the corn crop, or the road being macadamized, or the rascals in Congress. But he never quite had the courage to speak them aloud. By the time he had formed words to his liking, the conversation had moved on.

A moon shining a broken road oversea; a lone woman naked to her waist waits at the edge of moonlight; a shadow person watching for meaning somewhere.

You've got choices, like any other creature. You can stumble down that road, pretending you can't help it. You can curl up and die of regret and sorrow for what you've done. Or you can get up and fight, even though the battle might be lost.-Finn

In 1934, the Chrysler/DeSoto Airflows were a revolution in design, sleeker, lower, and closer to the ground than anything then on the road, with a full steel body. They nearly wrecked the company, thanks in part to a number of glitches that had escaped notice, such as engines occasionally breaking loose from their mountings when the car reached eighty miles an hour.

Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly, but we consider it false and despise its adherents.

Mulholland Drive has more filmic and real-life drama than any other road in L.A., as well as being the favored route of the Manson family for crosstown travel and creepy crawling exploits . . .

She holds within her the memory of this journey, drawn out for her like a constellation in the darkness, each element of the landscape connecting her along a line that is her past. Carter may want to come here now, but she's the one who belongs, on this road, under this piece of sky.

Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no, he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy.