The highway of grace will get you somewhere a whole lot faster then the freeway of spite.
There's more to a person than flesh. Judge others by the sum of their soul and you'll see that beauty is a force of light that radiates from the inside out.
Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost.
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back.
The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.
I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air - air you can kiss - and palms.
I climb behind the steering wheel... I drive off immediately without once looking back; it's a long journey but it leads to freedom.
What it takes to realize everything is fine around you?A road trip to the mountains where your soul dwells in the echoes of the winds that carry fragments of clouds with them.What it takes to realize...
We all have that one friend who is either on a road-trip or planning a road-trip or thinking about a road-trip or talking to people who are on road-trip or posting quotes about road-trip.
Real traveling is not about visiting places but 're-visiting' our inner-self.
Ben, if you get pee in my brand-new car, I am going to cut your balls off.Still peeing, Ben looks over at me smirking. You´re gonna need a hell of a big knife, bro.
Maybe we should live our lives in a constant state of expectation, always curious and excited about the possibilities that could unfold in front of us. Maybe it is our sense of vision that colors our...
My therapist and I even have a joke about it: shit is truly fucked up when I start threatening to take a road trip.
The entire road trip could be summed up as one giant attempt to keep from crashing the car during fits of rage and fits of hysteria.
45,000 sections of reinforced concrete—three tons each.Nearly 300 watchtowers.Over 250 dog runs.Twenty bunkers.Sixty five miles of anti-vehicle trenches—signal wire, barbed wire, beds of nails.Over 11...
You love him because this is what you do. Over and over again. You knit yourself right up into these men's lives, these men who will never ever be able to love you back, and then you wonder like a cra...
You can't take highways during the apocalypse, because they'll be packed with panicky people.
I know,' I said, thinking about the trip my mother had wanted me to take, and the trip we'd ended up taking, and how much better ours had been.
In the end, every person's life is a tough act to follow.
Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.
