Bonhoeffer thought of death as the last station on the road to freedom.
When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.
It almost hurts me to walk down a road and have people grab my hand and ask for my autograph and not sit and talk. When I'm finished I'm not going to be on the front page, but I'm going to be just as happy without the publicity.
Hitchhiking, intrinsically, is sexual and dangerous. At the same time I never really felt scared. I was scared that nobody would pick me up and that I'd be waiting by the side of the road for a week.
The great home of the soul is the open road.
The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, nor to worry about the future, but to live the present moment wisely and earnestly. There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.
My friends, no matter how rough the road may be, we can and we will, never, never surrender to what is right.
When the enemy attacks you, it means you are on the right road.
O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.
Life on the open road is liberty. . . to be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and to walk grandly and solitarily in conquest of the world.
I am the son of the road , my country is a caravan and my life is the most unexpected of voyages. i belong to earth and to the god and it is to them that I will one day soon return
Some may believe we're on the road to the Hitler youth.
The road to love is littered by the bones of other ones, who by the magic of the moment were mysteriously undone.
Risk is the most intense road.
I write really well on the road.
I need to write, and I can't write when I'm on the road.
My mother had heard all about miniskirts but had never seen one so I took her for lunch at Alvaro's [in Chelsea]. We walked down the King's Road and waited 10 seconds for our first miniskirt and a girl came along with her skirt tucked round her arse. I said: 'What do you think, ma?' And she said: 'If it's not for sale, you shouldn't put it in the window!'
Optimism refuses to believe that the road ends without options.
There's a lot of down time on the road. That part of it I really don't enjoy. There's nothing to do.
The only thing you find in the middle of the road are dead animals and dumb Americans.