They made us participate in their own madness, because we couldn't help but retrace their steps, rethink their thoughts, and see that none of them led to us.
Do not desert me when I need you most. And if we can't go on together, let's retrace our steps as quickly as we can.
I claim to be a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have humility enough to confess my errors and to retrace my steps.
Here, I think, lies our real dilemma. Probably we cannot, certainly we shall not, retrace our steps. We are tamed animals (some with kind, some with cruel, masters) and should probably starve if we got out of our cage. That is one horn of the dilemma. But in an increasingly planned society, how much of what I value can survive? That is the other horn.
Receding from grief, it seems necessary to retrace the same steps that brought us there.
I think the hardest thing in life is when we see those we love turn down a wrong path, and when no entreaty will induce them to retrace their steps.
Those who live in a world of human beings can only retrace their steps.
Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped outside their own history and unable to retrace their steps because their footprints had been swept away.
