road Quotes

“Blessing is at the end of the road. And that which is at the end of the road influences everything that takes place along the road . . . A joyful end requires a joyful means. Bless the Lord.”

“There is no road so long and winding as the one that lead you to the finish line. Every bend is meant to test you, every junction made to bring you closer to that place where love and sacrifice meet.”

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”

“With what vigor and intention to please himself the little white dog flings himself into every puddle on the muddy road.”

“Each man’s life represents a road toward himself, and attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. No man has ever been entirely and completely himself.”

“Avoiding unhappiness is not the road to happiness.”

“With a walk into his closet, his thoughts took him down a lonesome desert road, far, far away in old Mexico....”

“I looked at the long dirt road that crawled across the plains, remembering the morning that Mama had died, cruel and sunny. They had come for her in a wagon and taken her away to be buried. And then the cousins and aunts and uncles had come and tried to fill up the house. But they couldn’t.”

“At last, Jemmy thought, you’re free of the prince! But he couldn’t resist a backward glance. Prince Brat was standing in the center of the road. He’d dropped his load of driftwood and merely gazed at the receding coach. Jemmy straightened, and folded his arms. The prince wasn’t his look out any longer.But he’d stood there like a wounded bird. Blast him! A prince hadn’t a cockeyed notion how to fend for himself. ‘Stop, Cap’n!’ Jemmy shouted. ‘We left me friend behind.’ ”

“Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.”

“Pat drove down the steep and winding road, and along the valley to Ted Glenn’s cottage. Jess kept a sharp lookout for the lost doll. ‘What day!’ said Pat.’ We’ve found a glove and a knife, but no Sarah-Ann. I wonder if we will find her – I do hope so’. Jess twitched his whiskers hopefully.”

“Pat is the Greensdale postman. Every day he drives his red van up the valley. Twisting along the twining roads, up and over the hills, far away; down narrow lanes and tracks to farms and cottages. He brings letters and cards; newspapers and magazines; football-pools and catalogs and bills and birthday-cards and parcels full of who-knows-what? He also brings a smile, a joke, a chat; news of the valley and who’s-doing what. He has a little black cat, called Jess.”

“The open road is the school of doubt in which man learns faith in man.”

“They walked as old friends walk, without often speaking, sharing the kind of silence that is not so much silence as a kind of still communication. Their footsteps rang out on the bare wet road, making the only sound anywhere in the village except the song of a blackbird and, somewhere further off, the sound of someone shoveling.”

“It’s always easier once you get to the destination to forget about the hills and winding roads you had to take to get there, but I knew that there was a lot of doubt and desire and hope all mixed together on the way.”

“One day the Little House was surprised to see a horseless carriage coming down the winding country road...Pretty soon there were more of them on the road and fewer carriages pulled by horses.”

“There are two kinds of travel. The usual way is to take the fastest imaginable conveyance along the shortest road. The other way is not to care particularly where you are going or how long it will take you, or whether you get there or not.”

“Mr. Motiki’s dog was still barking at someone coming up the road. Only an old person would walk so slowly. She walked a little and then stopped to lean on her stick for a while.”

“You see, in Holland there are a great many canals. They cross the fields like roadways of water, and that is what they really are.”