#roads

I'll give you an example. Henry, the old black guy who cooks the corn bread, he worked on the railroads for about 20 years so he knows how to lay and build track. ↗

— Marc Singer

#black #bread #build #cooks #corn

I had learned what wealth was, and a great deal about production and exchange for myself in the early history of South Australia - of the value of machinery, of roads and bridges, and of ports for transport and export. ↗

— Catherine Helen Spence

#australia #bridges #deal #early #exchange

If I hadn't done this I might have ended up digging the roads. ↗

— Dylan Moran

#done #ended #hadn #i #might

Beirut turned into a war zone in a matter of hours. We were stuck at home, the roads were blocked. ↗

— Nadine Labaki

#blocked #home #hours #into #matter

The roads of life are strewn with the wreckage of run-down and half-finished loves. ↗

— Ralph W. Sockman

#loves #roads #strewn #wreckage

You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down. ↗

— Stanislaw Lem

#discover #down #lead #once #reach

And I went through a lot of detours and I took a lot of roads and things so yes, that's all there, but it's not meant to be shocking or telltale. ↗

— Kim Novak

#i #lot #meant #meant to be #roads

Most men, I am convinced, have an unmistakable feeling at the final moment of significant choice that they are making a free decision, that they can really decide which one of two or more roads to follow. ↗

— Corliss Lamont

#choice #convinced #decide #decision #feeling

You're going to come to a lot of intersections in your life, Natalie, roads and otherwise, and you can't always just turn around. You have to summon the courage to go forward. ↗

— Pricilla Cummings

#courage #life #moving-forward #roads #courage

I tumbled into the taxi alone, closing the door closed with a dull thud before I could possibly change my mind. Not like this, I remember thinking. Whatever this thing is between us, it could only be tainted and cheapened by a semi-drunken encounter on the night of our first meeting. As the car pulled away I stared back at him. The thought that I might never see him again, that I might never know what it would feel like to be kissed by him, seemed unbearably cruel. At a crossroads, I had been faced with a choice: two possible versions of my future mapped out ahead of me. But I didn't feel like I had made any sort of decision. All I had done was run away. ↗

— Catherine Sanderson

#lust #passion #change