roads

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.

You can change the road you take, but sometimes it can bend back to lead you straight to that same stubborn fate.

Well, thank the gods,' he sighed.'Oh? And what would it be you're thanking them for?' Bahzell inquired, and Brandark grinned.'For making roads and letting us find one. Not that I'm complaining, you understand, but this business of following you cross-country without the faintest idea where I am can worry a man.

Consider the road, long and forkedas the Devil__ own tongue.Consider the Devil, burningevery bridge; Placingin every tree a black bird. In every bird a black thought.

With thousands of roads before us that lead nowhere, going in circles. There really are only two roads we will either travel, one going to heaven, or the other to hell.

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.

Part of what makes roads, trails and paths so unique as built structures is that they cannot be perceived as a whole all at once by a sedentary onlooker. They unfold in time as one travels along them, just as a story does as one listens or reads, and a hairpin turn is like a plot twist, a steep ascent a building of suspense to the view at the summit, a fork in the road an introduction of a new storyline, arrival the end of the story. Just as writing allows one to read the words of someone who is absent, so roads make it possible to trace the route of the absent. Roads are a record of those who have gone before and to follow them is to follow people who are no longer there_

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

...all the disadvantages of good roads: high speed, and almost total lack of that inspiring factor in travel -- the welcoming hand of the interested stranger.

They say life is a highway and we all travel our own roads, some good, some bad, yet each is a blessing of its own.

I probably did too much thinking in India. I blame it on the roads, for they were superb...

All great roads are paved with uncomfortable memories.

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.

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!

As a child, I used to wonder why markets in my locality were all situated near the main roads. I grew up a little to get the answer; __hat business minded people can meet there easily!" Your dream must be situated where they can meet people!

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

DESTINY (Determined Effort So Tanacious It Negates Yuck)

Some journeys take you farther from where you come from, but closer to where you belong.