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Although I was the one cast out alone onto a transcontinental bus, home was running away from me
car. I headed down CA-116 - the winding road
There was a sense of being taken on a journey by the grandmaster of the road trip. You feel this weird angel taking you somewhere. You don't know where, but you trust him.
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people. Got no fixed abode, and no man is my master. Country lanes and byways were always my ways. I never fancied going faster.
ISSERLEY ALWAYS DROVE straight past a hitch-hiker when she first saw him, to give herself time to size him up. She was looking for big muscles: a hunk on legs. Puny, scrawny specimens were no use to her.
Road and find this mystery man, nothing can stop him - not hunger, not cops, not vampires, not even Herman E. Calloway himself. A crackerjack
The traveller has reached the end of the journey!
Life takes you to unexpected places. Love brings you home.
Life is a quest for love and a quest for god, and there is no car or plane for this trip. it is an old-fashioned quest made on our own two feet.
The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.
We were fools and now we were driving to our deaths in a rental car. Janet Jackson was tinkling from the speakers, asking what we had done for her as of late
Soul drunk, body ruined, these two sit helpless in a wrecked wagon. Neither knows how to fix it.
No one likes a straight road but the man who pays for it, or who, when he travels, is brute enough to wish to get to his journey's end.
The car was full of unhappy people heading west. It was the Great American Family Road Trip, all right. Whaaa-hoo!
Life's a voyage that's homeward bound.
In Texas, having a vehicle meant having a life--if you walked on the shoulder, everybody could see that you'd failed in some way. That you couldn't afford a vehicle, that your car had broken down and you couldn't pay for a cab, that you had no friends to call. Maybe you were too weird to hitchhike.
I knew I could make a good living working in the mills, ... I decided I didn't want to fuss with the rest of it, so I hitch-hiked back home.
Christopher Hitchens was a wit, a charmer, and a troublemaker, and to those who knew him well, he was a gift from - dare I say it - God.
That traveling man was a two time lover, he took my love, then he took my mother.
Many journeys, often ones you didn't plan to make, take you to an unexpected destination that turns out to be exactly where you want to be.
The journey has been a parody of my life recently: rushing, waiting, wandering, feeling lost and losing sleep, wondering if I'm getting anywhere.
Fools drive, lovers enjoy the ride.
Having never left the house you are looking for the way home
A couple who travel together, grow together.
I don't want a pickle, I just want ride on my motorcikle. I don't want to die, I just want a ride on my motorcy ... cle.
I'm lost. I'm alone. I've got nowhere to go. Nowhere but home.
The time is short and the hills is dark and I's got miles to go before I sleeps. Is is no easy road.
They're going to leave me. All I wanted to do was lie in the dry prickly grass with my feet in a ditch forever. I could be a convenient sort of milemarker, I thought. Get to the thief and you know you are halfway to Methana. Where ever Methana might be.
Now, here I am, a stranded woman marching down a spooky, remote road with no one to hear me scream. I'm in a damned plot for B horror flick!
I was a college dropout, hitchhiking across the Midwest. That was part of the old, adventurous spirit.
One often meets her destiny on the road she takes to avoid it.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY CYCLIST
An unanticipated destination, perhaps, but you must admit,all the best journeys take unexpected detours.
THE UNBREAKABLE VOW
I'm driven. I am. I'm driven for some reason. But I don't know where I'm going.
anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.
Welcome the life that takes you off course. A plan derailed, a life surrendered, a broken bondage
I'm a first class passenger on the Spaceship Earth, and I got one ticket. And I gotta make the ride count, you know? And, as far as I figure, you can either take the service road or the scenic route. And, man, if I only have one ride, I want it to be beautiful.
84. Highway.
On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.
The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey.
The mountain is high, the valley is low, and you're confused on which way to go. So I've come here to give you a hand, and lead you into the promised land. So, come on and take a free ride, come on and sit here by my side, come on and take a free ride!
Somehow she lost her compass. Her engine failed. Her gyroscope broke. She's ... lost. She says the road she was on isn't there any more and she doesn't know where to walk now.
With great effort, I pushed my questions to the side for the time being. We were still fugitives, still undoubtedly pursued. Sydney's car was a brand new Honda CR-V with Louisiana plates and rental sticker.
"What the hell? Is this daring escape sponsored by Honda?"
- Rose Hathaway
Sometimes the best journeys are those, that start when we do not plan, continue how we do not expect and are taking us places we do not know.
The guy said, "Hop in the back." He craned around in his seat and batted stray items aside. Reacher opened the door and slid in and used his hip to finish the job. He closed the door and the woman hit the gas and they took off, cruising easy through the last thirty-some miles of America.
A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
My friendship with the Hitch has always been perfectly cloudless. It is a love whose month is ever May,
The dead walk among us.
Want me to drive?" Wade asks. "I won't take any detours."
I slam on the brakes and come to a dead stop right in the middle of the road. "Sure. Why not? My life is one big fucking detour," I yell. Then I bang my head on the steering wheel and I can't help it. I start to cry.
To walk an endless road
Whimsy doesn't care if you are the driver or the passenger; all that matters is that you are on your way.
Christopher Hitchens is the greatest living essayist in the English language.
Trip away;
Make no stay
We're alone then, all of us, even me, each treading a deserted highway, toting in a bundle on a shouldered stick the schemes, the flow charts, for unconscious advancement.
You know how I came up with the name 'Road to the Super Bowl?' It's an homage to the old Bob Hope - Bing Crosby buddy movies - you know, like 'Road to Zanzibar' or 'Road to Morocco.' Can you tell? All I've done my whole life is go to movies.
Eddy, I've made my own way since I was a kid, and when I marry it's going to be because the man I love and a girl named Tina are traveling together in the same direction at approximately the same speed, and each under his own power. I won't be steered, towed, nor provided with an icebreaker. ( ... )
All my days I have longed equally to travel the right road and to take my own errant path.
Where no paths exist, a man strays only when he misses his destination. There is no crime, no transgression, no sin save foolishness or incompetence, and no obscenity save the tyranny of custom.
You might be a redneck if your local ambulance has a trailer hitch.
Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you.
way onto the train.
Look down - look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
We had no plan. No final destination in mind. We just drove faster and faster until we arrived. And when we did, all I could think of was how much fun it had been getting there.
The journey of a lifetime is within, you are your own destination. Rick Jarow
Life is not a journey, it is a destination
Thinking: this journey will be the axle of my life.
I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing.
Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.
This is a book for anyone undertaking an adventure and leaving behind a life that has been familiar, comfortable, and predictable.
Looking in the mirror, I saw a joyful face. And this happy girl was just about to go on a trip, with a one way ticket in her bag. Life was a never ending journey.
Someday I'm going to throw you across his back and ride off west with you ... and you'll learn to make a coffee in a tin pot over a fire, and we'll sleep underneath a wagon and look out at the stars-
We Rode to war in a taxi-cab
And then she walked out of my life forever. Too bad she was hitchhiking. I should have picked her up.
I took the road less travled, now I'm lost.
There is only laughing across the land as the car moves you along, on your way someplace with love in the car.
Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.
People souls - perennial loners. They're loners like stray stars.
We're taking a ride down the Kashirksy Highway
What's Your Road, Man?
When I stepped out into the bright sunlight, from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home ...
We rode in silence. Outkast's Spaghetti Junction played in the background as we hit I-85, southbound toward town. Jessica
'Homeward Bound.' I find myself listening to that tune a lot when I'm traveling. Sitting in a railway station, wanting to go home, carrying all your stuff with you.
Life's a Trip ... ok. I just want to know who packed for me ...
I ain't never saw a hearse with a luggage rack." (Quote by George Strait, country singer, and appearing at the end of Bob Mitchell's memoir, Time for a Heart-to-Heart: Reflections on Life in the Face of Death.
Always avoid picking up hitch-hikers who are wearing a mask.
A troubadour to a distant mistress.
My plans had seemed straightforward, then my road kept dipping and turning and I kept getting caught in its traps. No I felt mired in mud in the middle of nowhere. Lost.
I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I've never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero's errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done.
The journey home is never a direct route; it is, in fact, always circuitous, and somewhere along the way, we discover that the journey is more significant than the destination and that the people we meet along the way will be the traveling companions of our memories forever.
Away from home. Young children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanish
Journey Before Destination.
Life in a strange adventure - enjoy the journey!
There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.
Got No Where To Go But All Day To Get There
What a frail thing a human being is - and without the Passenger, that is all I was, a poor imitation of a human being. Weak, soft, slow and stupid, unseeing, unhearing and unaware, helpless, hopeless, and harried.
For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.
The road to happily ever after was bumpy and full of potholes, but I never had any doubt I was on the right road." "I can't even locate the on ramp, let alone the road.
what is a journey
without someone who wanders
if sometimes a pair
is made of two
Earth to Beatrix: This was the night bus, not a Journey song. Two strangers were not on a midnight train going anywhere. I was going home, and he was probably going to knock over a liquor store. When
Seeker, empty the boat, lighten the load, be free of craving and judgment and hatred, and feel the joy of the way.
You can ride, you can travel with a friend of your own;
The final step you must take alone.
No wisdom is better than this when known:
That every hard thing is done alone.