road

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
d6c6f8a	The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.	blood house rebecca road sea sky wind	Daphne DuMaurier
1aeba29	The road to enlightenment is long and difficult, and you should try not to forget snacks and magazines.	difficulties enlightenment humor inspirational road	Anne Lamott
411d424	I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.	life nineteen road years	Sylvia Plath
84549d2	Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.	journey life road	Anne Carson
f5e8a7f	As long as we know what it's about, then we can have the courage to go wherever we are asked to go, even if we fear that the road may take us through danger and pain.	bravery courage danger faith fear pain peace peace-of-mind road walk	Madeleine L'Engle
c7d9c93	Can you walk the road your dream goes? Sometimes. Sometimes I am afraid to. Who is not. ...	road walking-the-dream	Ursula K. Le Guin
6b07ec6	Every day is a lie, he said. But you are dying. That is not a lie.	death life post-apocalyptic road	Cormac McCarthy
f21bfb2	Man stopped wanting to walk, to walk on his own feet and enjoy it. What's more he longer saw his own life as a road, but as a highway	man road	Milan Kundera
c7be1ed	"They hit a pothole deep enough to make her teeth snap together, and she burst out, "This road reminds me of my life. It's going somewhere familiar, but every time I look up, there's a new obstacle to jump, another hole to fall in."	road	Christina Dodd
d60e67b	This Stone He went looking for a road that doesn't lead to death. He went looking for that road and found it. It was a stone road. He walked that road that doesn't lead to death. He walked on it awhile before he stopped, having turned to stone. Now he stands there on that road that doesn't lead to death not going anywhere. He can't dance. from his eyes stones fall. The rainbow people pass him crossing that road, long-legged, light-stepping, going from the Four Houses to the dancing in the Five Houses. They pick up his tears. This stone is a tear from his eye, this stone given me on the mountain by one who died before my birth, this stone, this stone.	lasting road ursula-k-le-guin	Ursula K. Le Guin
7e47335	Just you and me and the road. Just a couple of tramps, just a couple of gypsies, that's it, but we'll be together.	gypsies road tramps	James M. Cain
4398fcc	Houses built on bridges are scandals. A bridge wants to not be. If it could choose its shape, a bridge would be no shape, an unspace to link One-place-town to Another-place-town over a river or a road or a tangle of railway tracks or a quarry, or to attach an island to another island or to the continent from which it strains. The dream of a bridge is of a woman standing at one side of a gorge and stepping out as if her job is to die, but when her foot falls it meets the ground right on the other side. A bridge is just better than no bridge but its horizon is gaplessness, and the fact of itself should still shame it. But someone had built on this bridge, drawn attention to its matter and failure. An arrogance that thrilled me.	arrogance bridge bridge-dreams bridges bridging continent dream failure gaplessness houses-on-bridges island quarry railway-tracks river road shape unspace	China Miéville
81efbef	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.	humorous lost road roads thankful worried worry	David Weber

d6c6f8a

The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.

blood house rebecca road sea sky wind

Daphne DuMaurier

1aeba29

The road to enlightenment is long and difficult, and you should try not to forget snacks and magazines.

difficulties enlightenment humor inspirational road

Anne Lamott

411d424

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.

life nineteen road years

Sylvia Plath

84549d2

Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.

journey life road

Anne Carson

f5e8a7f

As long as we know what it's about, then we can have the courage to go wherever we are asked to go, even if we fear that the road may take us through danger and pain.

bravery courage danger faith fear pain peace peace-of-mind road walk

Madeleine L'Engle

c7d9c93

Can you walk the road your dream goes? Sometimes. Sometimes I am afraid to. Who is not. ...

road walking-the-dream

Ursula K. Le Guin

6b07ec6

Every day is a lie, he said. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

death life post-apocalyptic road

Cormac McCarthy

f21bfb2

Man stopped wanting to walk, to walk on his own feet and enjoy it. What's more he longer saw his own life as a road, but as a highway

man road

Milan Kundera

c7be1ed

"They hit a pothole deep enough to make her teeth snap together, and she burst out, "This road reminds me of my life. It's going somewhere familiar, but every time I look up, there's a new obstacle to jump, another hole to fall in."

road

Christina Dodd

d60e67b

This Stone He went looking for a road that doesn't lead to death. He went looking for that road and found it. It was a stone road. He walked that road that doesn't lead to death. He walked on it awhile before he stopped, having turned to stone. Now he stands there on that road that doesn't lead to death not going anywhere. He can't dance. from his eyes stones fall. The rainbow people pass him crossing that road, long-legged, light-stepping, going from the Four Houses to the dancing in the Five Houses. They pick up his tears. This stone is a tear from his eye, this stone given me on the mountain by one who died before my birth, this stone, this stone.

lasting road ursula-k-le-guin

Ursula K. Le Guin

7e47335

Just you and me and the road. Just a couple of tramps, just a couple of gypsies, that's it, but we'll be together.

gypsies road tramps

James M. Cain

4398fcc

Houses built on bridges are scandals. A bridge wants to not be. If it could choose its shape, a bridge would be no shape, an unspace to link One-place-town to Another-place-town over a river or a road or a tangle of railway tracks or a quarry, or to attach an island to another island or to the continent from which it strains. The dream of a bridge is of a woman standing at one side of a gorge and stepping out as if her job is to die, but when her foot falls it meets the ground right on the other side. A bridge is just better than no bridge but its horizon is gaplessness, and the fact of itself should still shame it. But someone had built on this bridge, drawn attention to its matter and failure. An arrogance that thrilled me.

arrogance bridge bridge-dreams bridges bridging continent dream failure gaplessness houses-on-bridges island quarry railway-tracks river road shape unspace

China Miéville

81efbef

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.

humorous lost road roads thankful worried worry

David Weber