Road Quotes
I was the most famous conductor on the Underground Railroad.
Harriet TubmanHarriet Tubman A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.
Munia KhanMunia Khan Maybe you’re the reason why all doors are closed, so you can open one that leads you to the perfect road.
Katy PerryKaty Perry Don’t get upset with little problems because life is like a road and problems are like speed breakers, they save us from big accidents.
BK ShivaniBK Shivani Going out for rides with my friends and having lunch or dinner at a roadside hotel – that’s my favourite time-pass.
MS DhoniMS Dhoni Don’t let the judgement of others distract you from the road of success.
Alex DanielAlex Daniel It’s much less daunting once you’ve put your foot on the road to it. I’m a notorious couch potato and I don’t like exercise. Half an hour of physical exercise, like jogging or fast walking a day is a start.
Tom HardyTom Hardy Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts–census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roads to its own freeway.
Thomas PynchonThomas Pynchon Everybody has that point in their life where you hit a crossroads and you’ve had a bunch of bad days and there’s different ways you can deal with it and the way I dealt with it was I just turned completely to music.
Taylor SwiftTaylor Swift Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.
VirgilVirgil Women are like roads. The more curves they have, the more dangerous they are.
Mae WestMae West No road is so long as not to come to its end.
BelaBela Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
Omar KhayyamOmar Khayyam When a great man has some one object in view to be achieved in a given time, it may be absolutely necessary for him to walk out of all the common roads.
Edmund BurkeEdmund Burke Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.
BoethiusBoethius It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
J. D. SalingerJ. D. Salinger