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If you stand still in any city long enough, you see everyone pass you by. So you're in Chicago. If you stand on the corner of Belmont and Clark, and you do that for three years, you'll pretty much have seen everybody in Chicago pass that junction.
It's coexistence or no existence.
He had come to the supreme crossing of good and evil. He had that gloomy intersection beneath his eyes. On this occasion once more, as had happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes, two roads opened out before him, the one tempting, the other alarming. Which was he to take?
The path of progress cuts through the four-way intersection of the moral, medical, religious and political - and whichever way you turn, you are likely to run over someone's deeply held beliefs.
Stoplights and love can be cruel
Every journey has its share of stops and each one serves some purpose.
Almost all people descend to meet. All association must be a compromise, and, what is worst, the very flower and aroma of the flower of each of the beautiful natures disappears as they approach each other.
When at CROSSROADS..
Cross the Road..this way or that!
All actual life is encounter.
Parallel lines have so much in common. It's a shame they'll never meet.
You'll understand as you get older. You can spot them a mile off, You'll learn to cross the street.' [...] 'Perhaps that's why they don't mix,' said Tilly, 'because everyone else is on the other side of the street?
In the crossroad, may you the right open path.
You cannot cross the line unless you get near it.
Paths cross all the time in this world of our, sometimes in the strangest places.
the final corner, when all three
Parking lots and chaos.
The freeways create economic and racial borders in Los Angeles. South of Interstate 10 is one group of people, west of the 10 another, and south of the 405 North yet another.
You can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them.
Where does one person end and another person begin?
There is a term for people caught on a street crossing after the light has changed: "pedestrian-traffic residue".
clearing and into the
Mountains and Hills not meet each other but People Will.
Carelessness makes me cross. And unkindness.
The human spirit knows, deep down that all lives intersect.
This is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.
Like cars in amusement parks, our direction is often determined through collisions.
He who travels in the middle of the road is hit by traffic from both directions.
Can I just say that I don't care if two planes or trains or whatever take off from different locations at different times and travel at different speeds. I am not traffic control, so why the hell would I care what time they'd pass each other?
Where the road bends abruptly, take short steps.
Discovery hapens in the overlap of difference communities ... in the clashes of difference.
In the beginning, I had considered these stops on my journey as interruptions - but I'm coming to understand that perhaps these detours are my journey.
detours in the road. Because without them, this life
Bad business does not revolve around missing crossroads. It revolves around roundabouts.
You have to cross many bridges and you have to walk many paths in your life! But what is more important than this is to know which bridges you should not cross and which paths you must not walk!
In the evolution of a town, neighborhood, or community, there comes a point when the decisions of the past, the conditions of the present, and the prospects for the future collide.
The agenda of the roadblock is the philosophy of the stop sign.
paths would have already crossed
No matter what sort of car you are driving or how fast you drive, we all meet behind the same red light.
They say that every person, every venture, every city has a place where the road splits and you have to choose your direction.
Times Square, where Broadway crosses 7th Avenue, is known as the crossroads of the world. Millions
Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge
Conflict is the place where character and plot intersect.
Those are parallel! Leave me alone!
Who can determine where one ends and the other begins?
When two people are in love, they are parrallel lines. That intersect. Together but seperate. Infinity.
the drama below and the drama above could easily collide at any moment
We were destined to collide but the river of misunderstanding left us at the opposite banks.
In this unbelievable universe in which we live, there are no absolutes. Even parallel lines, reaching into infinity, meet somewhere yonder.
In lower Manhattan there is an improbable point where Waverly Place intersects Waverly Place. It was there that I met Veronica, on a snowy, windy night.
It is happily and kindly provided that in every life there are certain pauses, and interruptions, which force consideration upon the careless, and seriousness upon the light, points of time where one course of action ends and another begins.
Somehow in the middle of the L.A. trendiness, Boston conservation, New York chic and San Francisco intellectual mellow, there's a place where everything meets.
You can't NOT cross the street because you might get hit by a car.
Changes in life, taking the turning point.
Everyone passes numerous paths along the road of life. There's a dilemma when it comes to choosing.
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Bridge is nowhere; over the bridge, you feel an emptiness inside you. Bridge is nowhere.
The action most worth watching is not at the center of things, but where edges meet.
Clearly when the liberties are left unrestricted they collide with one another.
to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to
The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.
The direction you choose to face determines whether you're standing at the end or the beginning of a road.
Broken lines do not know what they want. With their caprices they cut time up, abuse routes, slash the joyous flowers and split the peaceful fruits with their corners.
I stand beside Tom's barn and ponder the benign heedlessness of the people in the speeding cars, and here I am in the speeding car. In my heart I wish the bypass had never been built; in my car I never take the old way.
I don't want to coexist. I want to exist as a human being. And justice will take care of the rest.
When stars collide, like you and I, no shadow blocks the sun - The One
Let's begin to cover the main street of America ... just to see what the heck occurs on it.
trails and across rushing,
The funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs.
I can never tire of speaking of the bridges of Paris. By day and by night have I paused on them to gaze at their views; the word not being too comprehensive for the crowds and groupings of objects that are visible from their arches.
What appears to be the end of the road may simply be a bend in the road.
central thoroughfare, stood a
Proper driving etiquette demands that you basically get close enough to a car in front of you at a busy intersection that it would mean that in certain third-world countries, or South Carolina, you would have to get married.
Time,- that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.
A circle swoop, and a quick parabola under the bridge arches
Where light pushes through;
A sudden turning upon itself of a thing in the air.
A dip to the water.
it is the nature of stars to cross
Really, universally, relations stop nowhere, and the exquisite problem of the artist is eternally but to draw, by a geometry of his own, the circle within which they shall happily appear to do so.
Without Warning
Sometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known, and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you.
Interregnum - between
There were moments in which a person reached a crossroads, when something happened, out of the blue, to change the course of life's events.
Negotation is a point of interection of common interest.
There's two lanes running down this road which ever side your on, accounts for where you want to go or what you're running from.
We plan our lives in long, unbroken stretches that intersect our dreams the way highways connect the city dots on a road map. But in the end we learn that life is lived in the side roads, alleys, and detours. Alan Christoffersen's diary
The history of interactions among disparate peoples is what shaped the modern world through conquest, epidemics and genocide. Those collisions created reverberations that have still not died down after many centuries, and that are actively continuing in some of the world's most troubled areas.
Where do you see conflict in this world? Only where there is infatuation (attachment).
Every arena of life intersects with what's going on in our hearts. Everything passes through on its way to wherever it's going. Everything.
A traffic jam is a collision between free enterprise and socialism. Free enterprise produces automobiles faster than socialism can build roads and road capacity.
Truths may clash without contradicting each other.
I don't think you cross the line - I think you move the line.
Each individual in a society is a nexus where innumerable relationships of this character intersect.
Take us to the in-between,
Where earth meets sky, and wake meets dream.
And time rushes by, unseen.
Take us to the infinite night,
Where up is down, and left is right,
And dark vanquishes light.
People who stand in the "middle-of-the-road" get run over.
What occasions the greater part of the world's quarrels? Simply this: Two minds meet and do not understand each other in time enough to prevent any shock of surprise at the conduct of either party.
We don't meet people by accident. They're meant to cross out path for a reason.
Conflict occurs
when two pasts step
on the toes of the present.
New York City is filled with random, quirky moments like this, chance collisions that just might change your life.
You can exclude the excluded middle, but when you ride through, on your way to a lonely and more certain place, out the window you'll see everyone you've ever known living there.
Every challenge you encounter in life is a fork in the road. You have the choice to choose which way to go - backward, forward, breakdown or breakthrough.
The beginning, middle, and end of the birth, growth, and perfection of whatever we behold is from contraries, by contraries, and to contraries; and whatever contrariety is, there is action and reaction, there is motion, diversity, multitude, and order, there are degrees, succession and vicissitude.
The crossroads of trade are the meeting place of ideas, the attrition ground of rival customs and beliefs; diversities beget conflict, comparison, thought; superstitions cancel one another, and reason begins.
Boundaries have no existence save on charts or in small minds. Nature does not draw lines.
Life is full of borders. Some of them, once crossed, can never be crossed again in the other direction. But there are new countries to discover across every one.