Highway To Happiness Quotes & Sayings

Spring is on the way; summer is on the way; storms are on the way; wars are on the way; sorrow and happiness are on the way; they are all on the way, they are coming! Everything is on the way! Life is a highway; while we are moving on the way, all else is coming towards us! Devil is on the way; angel is on the way! Stay firm on the way! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

For a man, staying single in teenages is equivallent of smoking to two and a half packets of cigarettes. — Srinivas Shenoy

Art is the aesthetic ordering of experience to express meanings in symbolic terms. — Daniel Bell

Does sex education encourage sex? Many parents are afraid that talking about sex with their teenagers will be taken as permission for the teen to have sex. Nothing could be further from the truth. If anything, the more children learn abour sexuality from talking with their parents and teachers and reading accurate books, the less they feel compelled to find out for themselves. — Benjamin Spock

It felt as real as the dusty air she sucked in before and rushed out after. — Solange Nicole

Everyone wants to say they hate lawyers, and yet I've never met a parent who didn't want their kid to be a lawyer. — Jessi Klein

The only time I can't sleep is on a plane, when I am literally keeping it in the air with my brain. — Natalie Massenet

Why is Dave Chappelle going to Africa? Why does Mariah Carey make a hundred-million dollar deal and take her clothes off on TRL? A weak person can not get here and talk to you. Ain't no weak people talking to you. So what is happening in Hollywood? Nobody knows! The worst thing to call somebody is crazy. It's dismissive. I don't understand this person, so they're crazy. That's bullshit. These people are not crazy, they're strong people. Maybe the environment is a little sick. — Dave Chappelle

Only the highway of useful service leads to the city of happiness. — Napoleon Hill

Love is the only highway to happiness. — Debasish Mridha

And on the endless dusty ribbon of the highway, on sunken roads vaulted over by branches, on paths between stands of grain that rose to his knees, the sun on his shoulders and the morning air in his nostrils, his heart full of the night's bliss, his spirit at peace and his flesh content, he would ride on his way ruminating his happiness, like someone who keeps savoring, hours later, the fragrance of the truffles he has eaten for dinner. — Gustave Flaubert

He vanished to the public in order to materialize for his family. — Lance Morrow