The Road Beneath My Feet Quotes & Sayings

I spend a lot of time talking about something I believe passionately, which is that life is what you choose to make it, for the most part, and more often than not all you need to do is seize it by the throat and demand more from it. — Frank Turner

Grace believed that those who could see their duty clearly were required by God to do the heavy lifting for the morally blind. Where — Richard Russo

I want people to make the same choice I made to get healthy. — Star Jones

She was my ground, my favorite sound,
my country road, my city street,
my sky above, my only love,
and the ground beneath my feet — Salman Rushdie

Politics is a fascinating game, because politics is government. It is the art of government. — Harry S. Truman

It was never quite clear to Eleanor why the English thought it was so distinguished to have done nothing for a long time in the same place, — Edward St. Aubyn

Telephone message on his manager's answering machine shortly before dying of heroin overdose: I need help bad, man. — Jimi Hendrix

Give me the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner
and then to thinking! — William Hazlitt

It's about the feeling you get: the road beneath the soles of your feet, the smell in the air. It makes you feel strong, somehow, invincible. — Rowan Coleman

You can hide beneath the covers and study your pain, make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain. Waste your summer praying in vain, for a savior to rise from these streets. — Bruce Springsteen

Running is a road to self-awareness and reliance-you can push yourself to extremes and learn the harsh reality of your physical and mental limitations or coast quietly down a solitary path watching the earth spin beneath your feet. — Doris Brown Heritage

I'm not what you want." The words came out strangled because a lump had formed in Maia's throat.
Jack's brows drew together in a frown. "What the fuck, Maia?"
She cleared her throat and sipped on her wine before continuing, "I'm not what you want. You want a quiet life. The white picket fence. The woman who's safe at home. That's what you want."
Jack looked at her steadily, his expression inscrutable. "You're right," he said, and Maia felt her heart break a little. "That's what I want. I want to take care of my woman, I want that quiet life." Jack leaned closer and cupped Maia's face gently with one hand, using his thumb to tip her chin up to him. "Babe, that's what I want, but you are what I need. — Victoria Paige

What was it about not knowing a person that allowed you to wonder whether she might be the answer to all your problems? — Keith Ablow

The night is like warm velvet around them. The stars, burning diamonds in the cloudless sky, turn the road beneath their feet a silver grey. — Patrick Rothfuss

Twilight was coming on, and so was a storm. In the eerie light beneath the clouds, even the thoroughly modern houses along the road looked as ancient and as sinister as the weathered Pictish stone that stood a hundred feet away, guarding the crossroads it had marked for a thousand years. It seemed a good night to be inside with the shutters fastened. — Diana Gabaldon

I grew up in a household in which they'd always play old skool classic R&B love songs - Al Green, Sam Cooke, Marvin Gaye ... And my mom has even said that, when I was in her womb, she'd put the headphones to her stomach and play those songs to me! — Jeremih

When the filly, the maiden, the boy and the warrior are ready to take up their Destinies, each will know it. The filly will become a mare, the maiden a woman, the boy a man. The Warrior, however, will pick up a stick and walk from his mother, his people, and his land, and never once remove his eyes from the true red road that lies beneath his feet. And yet, he will never know that he is on his Path. (From Brothers of Light) — Stan Sudan

She will take your life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She'll take your joy. And one day you'll awake and your heart and your soul will have gone. A husk you'll be, a wisp you'll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten.' 'Hollow,' whispered the third voice. 'Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow.' 'You — Neil Gaiman

O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow