Best 80 quotes in «roads quotes» category

Consider the road, long and forked as the Devil’s own tongue. Consider the Devil, burning every bridge; Placing in every tree a black bird. In every bird a black thought.

Foggy road is a blessing because it is full of surprises and life is such a road! We are incredibly lucky that we all have an unknowable future!

Entrepreneurs pay the price of a road less traveled, while everyone else takes the freeway and perpetually misses their own exit.

Florida is full of long-range, unending road jobs that break the backs, pocketbooks, and hearts of the roadside business. The primitive, inefficient, childlike Mexicans somehow manage to survey, engineer, and complete eighty miles of high-speed divided highway through raw mountains and across raging torrents in six months. But the big highway contractors in Florida take a year and a half turning fifteen miles of two-lane road across absolutely flat country into four-lane divided highway. The difference is in American know-how. It's know-how in the tax problems, and how to solve them. The State Road Department says a half-year contract will cost the State ten million, and a one-year contract will cost nine, and a year-and-a-half deadline will go for eight. Then Doakes can take on three or four big jobs simultaneously, and lease the equipment from a captive corporation. and listlessly move the equipment from job to job, and spread it out to gain the biggest profit. The only signs of frantic activity can be two or three men with cement brooms who look at first like scarecrows but, when watched carefully, can be perceived to move, much like the minute hand on a clock.

down unlit ,unmarked & forgotten roads of REASON & PURPOSE

Fate isn't a straight road," I said, becoming the oracle that earlier in the day I had declined to be for her. "There are forks in it, many different routes to different ends. We have the free will to choose the path.

Hard roads require will of steel!

He who claims to have travelled in the hard roads, let him show his shoes for the proof!

I do not choose the roads to travel;my destination does, apparently it is always the one less traveled.

I am not yearning or seeking new beginnings, instead I make these endless roads my own. "April 23, 2002

I delve into the mysterious and counterintuitive world of helmets and high-visibility gear later in the book. But it's worth immediately noting this: while they're not inherently bad, they're less a safety device for cycling than a symptom of a road network where no cyclist can truly feel safe.

I’d wasted too much time over the past twelve months considering how bad my life could get, but as I sat alone in the deserted hospital corridor, my very worst fears had never felt more real. Pete was fighting for his life, and there was every chance he could lose.

If a road ends, that creates a great opportunity to develop new abilities to continue! Welcome every challenge in your life!

If the road ahead is complicated, you will make it even more complicated when you panic! The calmer you are, the simpler the world will be!

Lone rangers, that's what we are. We see the world with our naked eyes, unabashed of the greed and ego. Our mind resides on our tongue and we stand for what's right. A little too much fun, and an exciting package. Raving for life and exploring possibilities is our goal. Travel far and wide and into the wild, we will go for it someday. Care so much that even gods would bow down. Love to the hilt and then let go, coz that's what this life is meant for. One life and we will live up to the hilt and leave no regrets. So, when we land into our graves with a satisfied smile, we big farewell to the meanness of this so-called universe. With every journey there is a new lesson learned, every place traveled, explored; makes us in fall in love with the earth. Care less about our whereabouts; we keep the expedition going because we want to go far beyond the civilized, beyond the living, beyond the world of predictability, beyond u and I & into the wild. Feasting the eyes, rejuvenating the senses, every breath we take is a sigh of relief and we make peace. Choosing the roads less traveled, our wandering souls makes our way towards the unknown destination not only to discover ourselves but to discover the wild, nature and the mother earth.

If you are unable to reach a person you must know that this happens not because that the roads are closed but because you don’t know the true paths to reach that person!

In this universe nobody and nothing can know in which part of the road they are! At the beginning? At the middle? At the end? Because end can happen at any time, the beginning of the road can be the end of the road as well. Or maybe the middle is the end! Besides, since everything is possible in this universe, end of the road may also disappear; end may turn into the endless!

If you are a path-creator, you don’t need a path!

If you concentrate on the road too much, you will miss the view and when you do the opposite, you will miss the road! Life is an art of catching both the road and the view!

If you keep returning to the painful paths, may be because you find the painless paths painful and painful paths painless!

Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours.” K.K.

May be the road you travel doesn’t give you the beautiful fate you have always dreamed off! Stop and change the road, no matter how difficult it may be!

...moderate social deviance or class non-conformism I have imputed to the first generation of pedestrians. Improved roads, after all, were one of the principal means by which the country was building a national communications network that would underpin the huge commercial and industrial expansion of the nineteenth century; changing the landscape of the country to produce the arterial interconnection of the modern state in place of a geography of more or less self-enclosed local communities; consolidating the administrative structures of the state and facilitating political hegemony over a rapidly growing and potentially unstable population; and promulgating a 'national' culture in the face of regional diversity and independence. With the main roads such powerful instruments of change, the walker's decision to exploit his freedom to resist the imperative of destination and explore instead by lanes, by-roads and fieldpaths, could well be interpreted as an act of denial, flight or dissent vis-a-vis the forces that were ineradicably transforming British society.

Never depend on a road, depend on your strides

Love not your dream but the road leading to it and you might still fail, but you shall definitely end up enjoying every moment of your life.

Okay, little car, you are protesting roads. They are death traps for animals. They are environmentally unsound impervious surfaces that cause runoff. I understand this. But could we protest in the summer?

Pretentious quotations [are] the surest road to tedium.

Stop telling me not to burn bridges. Some bridges are meant to be burnt, some roads are never meant to be traveled again.

Roads that provide rapid ascent to high altitudes should be clearly marked with the appropriate warning signs detailing the altitude disease risks.

Some roads are covered with flower. Some hearts are full with kindness.

Some roads, some stairs, some problems may seem to you infinite! Take a step into that infinity; you will see that infinity will suddenly shrink!

Stop telling me not to burn bridges. Some bridges are meant to be burned; some roads are never meant to be traveled again.

Safe roads are the bones of civilization.

Some roads push you to look for new roads, some roads make you forget all the other roads entirely! Always try to travel on the latter roads!

Sometimes we feel only one thing about a road: We must travel on that road at all costs! We know deep in our heart that that path is our path of dreams!

Start your journey where the road ends! Glory lies beyond the ends!

Success can locate and visit you even if you are static wherever you are... But you are responsible for constructing the roads... Go, make the roads!

The most beautiful thing about the most beautiful roads is that the destination is forgotten and the journey becomes the destination itself!

The desire to have an eternal life is the greatest inspiration we get from an eternal road!

The most beautiful part of an adventurous road is that your mind is not in the past or in the future, but it is exactly in this moment!

The most dangerous roads I have driven on are those leading to high altitude astronomical observatories.

The only duty of some roads is to prepare you for the tough and complex roads you will encounter in the future and we call those roads teacher-roads!

The nicest thing about being lost is that you get rid of the fear of losing your path!

The roads do not know the length of their journey. The traveler must keep on traveling.

There are roads which must not be followed, armies which must be not attacked, towns which must not be besieged, positions which must not be contested, commands of the sovereign which must not be obeyed.

The reason for the peculiar name could be found in the whimsical sense of humor of the early colonists who arrived on Deanna several decades in the past and found very little at all there to laugh at. Obsidian Crows might seem funny at first, unless you just happened to ride over one with your Jeepo five miles out of town and didn’t have a spare tire. Although there was a reasonable expectation of hitting one of these diminutive brutes on the roads, this did not happen nearly as often as you might think.

There are roads where people go, and where they should arrive is their mission.

The roads I've abandoned. The people I've left behind.

They leave the insistent monotony of the interstate for more reasonable roads. While the former slices its path through entire states, peppering them with exit signs and mile markers, these lesser cousins of the grand highways keep their manners intact, clinging gently to the hemlines of all but the most obstinate geological points of interest. Charming and sometimes a bit frightening, their paths are as unpredictable and winding as a little boy's route home from school.

They ask if you believe in fate; you ask if they look twice before they cross the road