Quotes About Road

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.

They rode out on the north road as would parties bound for El Paso but before they were even quite out of sight of the city they had turned their tragic mounts to the west and they rode infatuate and half fond toward the red demise of that day, toward the evening lands and the distant pandemonium of the sun.

In the dark glass where the road poured down their cigarettes rose and fell like distant semaphores above the soft green dawn of the dashlights.

A rich smell of woodsmoke hung over the road.

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto, said the Mennonite.

You will see. It is difficult even for brothers to travel together on such a voyage. The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.

He keeps from off the king's road for fear of citizenry.

Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass.

Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass. Wallace Stephens

On this road they saw some other men, fishers and farmers Elske was told; some of the men were accompanied by women whose hair was wrapped around with colored cloths. These men and women stared at Elske, in her fur boots and wolfskin cloak, but when she stared back and them they looked away.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.

To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls. -from Song of the Open Road

Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars! Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death, For the prize I see at issue at last is the world

Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes, That they turn from gazing up and down the road, And forthwith cypher and show me to a cent, Exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead?

And see not ye that bonny road, Which winds about the fernie brae? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where you and I this night maun gae.

And see ye not that braid braid road That lies across that lily leven? That is the path of wickedness Though some call it the road to heaven

The difference between a path and a road is not only the obvious one. A path is little more than a habit that comes with knowledge of a place. It is a sort of ritual of familiarity. As a form, it is a form of contact with a known landscape. It is not destructive. It is the perfect adaptation, through experience and familiarity, of movement to place; it obeys the natural contours; such obstacles as it meets it goes around.

Partly because sprawl has forced Americans to drive farther and farther in the course of every day, per capita road death rates in the United States hover around forty thousand per year. That's a third more people than are killed by guns. It's more than ten times the number of people killed in the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001.

Why didn't the skeleton cross the road? Because he had no guts. A good steak pun is a rare medium well done. A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, "Hey." The horse says, "Sure.

Why did the entrepreneur cross the road? Because he could make more money on the other side.

Bosco Bob! Help!" There were no returning shouts of "I'll save you" from any cavalry, and Jazz just knew he was going to wind up in a road gang chained between guys named Bubba and Maurice.

I'm stuck in traffic on the highway to hell.

He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to. It is the means that determines the end.

He who chooses the beginning of a road chooses the place it leads to. It is the means that determine the end.