A Quote by Neal Shusterman

My grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours? — © Neal Shusterman
My grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours?
Stories open up new paths, sometimes send us back to old ones, and close off still others. Telling and listening to stories we too imaginatively walk down those paths - paths of longing, paths of hope, paths of desperation.
Can you believe that, to say that ours is the only path when the fundamental thing in art is freedom! In art, there are millions of paths—as many paths as there are artists.
It is sad when two people turn from the paths they’re traveling, and their paths go on to cross without them.
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.
Paths that cross will cross again
I read a lot of books. I read because it inspires me and shows me paths that I could never imagine. Sometimes those paths are horrible and sad, and sometimes they are hopeful and amazing. Not always are they paths to the future, and sometimes the paths are actually about the past but make sense when applied to the future. Books are amazing.
Sometimes dangerous paths are the only paths leading to the safest paths. In these cases, do not hesitate to take the dangerous roads!
When we do cross paths with people whose beliefs and attitudes conflict with our own, we are rarely challenged.
Sometimes life takes you on unexpected paths, and those paths aren't always in the same direction.
Paths to other paths must always be open!
If you want to succeed you should strike out on new paths, rather than travel the worn paths of accepted success.
You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't.
People ask me, 'Why angels? Why paranormal? Why teens?' In the beginning, I'm not sure I knew I was starting down any of those twisted paths - paths that now seem so familiar to me that they are downright comforting. In the beginning, I was just writing about love.
My great grandfather used to say to his wife, my great-grandmother, who in turn told her daughter, my grandmother, who repeated it to her daughter, my mother, who used to remind her daughter, my own sister, that to talk well and eloquently was a very great art, but that an equally great one was to know the right moment to stop.
It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.
The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.
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