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An Irish superstition says that if you turn your clothes inside out at sunset, good luck will follow the next day.

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So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road


East is West. If one were given a single window from which to look upon the changing world, it should face, I think, the road. (Freya Stark)

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Upon inspection, three old, wood-framed windows were there, hidden by debris. The windows were closed, even though you could see through the glass. The understanding came swiftly – to really feel the light, the windows must also be open, hanging freely.

(Laurel McCallum)

Let us reach together, touch the monster’s face, decipher the walls of the cave. I will be calling your name. Call back to me. There is always space for courage.

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(Koketsu ni irazunba koji wo ezu)

If you do not enter the tiger’s cave, you will not catch its cub.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You can’t do anything without risking something.

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I have never turned back in my life ; I shall not do so today.

Emile Rey

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In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?”
― Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

There is many a good man to be found under a shabby hat.


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My father said being an artist is the shortest road to the poor house , claiming “real” work is something you don’t like. I ignored him through oppositional behaviour, later reasoning that only an idiot sets out to find the poor house , not to mention devote himself to something he does not love. Instead, I discovered an interesting back road to the unknown , and deliberately without a safety net.”

― Russell Chatham

“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.” ― George Harrison

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“It takes sometime to understand that life can’t always go your way. People move on and change their minds, and leave you stranded. But you have to remember there’s always a road that will lead you to wonderful places unseen, to people unheard and stories untold.”

― Luisa Henao

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. William S. Burroughs


We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart – the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.

Carson McCullers, The Mortgaged Heart: Selected Writings

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings


“So be sure when you step, Step with care and great tact. And remember that life’s A Great Balancing Act. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and ¾ percent guaranteed) Kid, you’ll move mountains.”

Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

“I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.” Ellen Hopkins


“Life is what you make it. If you think you can’t change the world, then go on and follow the path already carved out for you. But there are other roads to choose, they’re just harder to trudge through. Changing the world isn’t easy, but I sure as hell am going to keep trying. Are you?”

Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

I wish to run on the grass for a few minutes with naked feet.

A Dictionary of Kashmiri Proverbs & Sayings

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Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don’t know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn’t matter."

Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

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Yunus Emre (1238 – 1320). True Speech is the Fruit of Not Speaking True speech is the fruit of not speaking. Too much talking clouds the heart.



Gathutha konagia mundu njira

A little, contemptible path is sometimes the one that leads you to the highway.


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He that hath no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down, and without walls. Proverbs 25:28

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Heat in a Room

Jill Jones

And days draft me, breathing extinction
my skin a chassis of orange

As for the car, it shimmers into the raging sunset
then sort of erupts

(a kind of persistent hope that nobody gets caught)

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When the drop (drink) is inside, the sense is outside. Irish.


I think of you, of course,
how drunk I can get on the taste of you,
how the sap rises, and then of my sister, how tall
and slender she once was,
then of the tree in all of us,
nothing more, just of the tree,
stirring gently in the breeze, swaying
in the night wind,
drawing its sap from somewhere, deep down, as all trees do.


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Everyone is the child of her past. Edna G Rostow.


"I long to put the experience of fifty years at once into your young lives, to give you at once the key of that treasure chamber every gem of which has cost me tears and struggles and prayers, but you must work for these inward treasures yourself."

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Harriet Beecher Stowe

She who stops at every stone never gets to her journey’s end.


(The world belongs to the patient man.) 
Tout vient it points qui sait attendre. 

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I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please

Crossroads Blues

From the November 27, 1936 recording session in San Antonio, Texas.

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Can a man of thought and spirit be harnessed thus, and trudge along, like a pack-horse, in a deep, stinking, muddy road, when he may frisk it over the beauteous lawns, or lose himself, agreeably, in the shady, verdant mazes of unrestrained contemplation