Top 1200 Silk Road Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

When I used to drive on the road from L. A., one time in Arizona we went off-road to see what weird little towns are around. Loved Bisbee.

Whatever road you've been given, enjoy that road.

People started down the road with good intentions, but the moment the road became rough or difficult, they'd abandon it.

You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

Sometimes one misses the sign posts as you're going down the road. They aren't as obvious as they become when you get to the end of the road, so to speak.

You cannot make a revolution with silk gloves.

There is one story left, one road: that it is. And on this road there are very many signs that, being, is uncreated and imperishable, whole, unique, unwavering, and complete.

The business of writing a novel is a long, meandering road into the self, into the imagination. And it's a road the writer travels alone.

Make no mistake about it: when you're on the road Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday - on the road 300 days a year - you have to be a certain type of person.

I'd done a very long project on Bridges To Babylon. I was on the road for ages with that. When I came off the road, I thought, the next thing I want to do on my own.

You turn road-gay on the road. After about 10 days, the fellas in your band start looking really good.

Together we have travelled a long road to be where we are today. This has been a road of struggle against colonial and apartheid oppression.

We never had any silk sheets in our family...

A superb tenor voice, like a silver trumpet muffled in silk.

As someone of Korean descent, I am certain my road was a bit hard. I have to say anyone who's an aspiring actor has a difficult road regardless of race.

I think if you're open-minded, the road will take you where it takes you. If you're closed, you might not get to go where the road is heading.

My mom dressed me in silk to go to elementary school.

Whether I'm on the road or off the road it's really important for me mentally and physically. Physically, when I'm on the road, I work with men that love to eat - I work with former athletes, with men who love to indulge on the road, so I eat like a guy. I have four appetizers, I try their entrees, I eat mine, I like dessert. So I have to make sure that physically, I try to stay in shape. I'm always doing some sort of a workout, and then mentally it just helps a lot with the stress.

So, I would appeal to my fellow Americans by saying, the only real road to progress for free people is through the process of law and that is the road that America will travel.

Just because the road ahead is long, is no reason to slow down. Just because there is much work to be done, is no reason to get discouraged. It is a reason to get started, to grow, to find new ways, to reach within yourself and discover strength, commitment, and determination. The road ahead is long and difficult, but it’s filled with opportunity. Start what needs starting. Finish what needs finishing. Get on the road. Stay on the road. Don’t give up.

The Asia and the Pacific region is facing an epidemic of road death and injury, but we also have innovative Asian road safety solutions.

Usually in the evenings, I go for a one-hour road session for a gentle recovery road ride. It's a really steady stint with the main focus being to loosen the body down.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

Silk does for the body what diamonds do for the hand.

But to look back from the stony plain along the road which led one to that place is not at all the same thing as walking on the road; the perspective to say the very least, changes only with the journey; only when the road has, all abruptly and treacherously, and with an absoluteness that permits no argument, turned or dropped or risen is one able to see all that one could not have seen from any other place.

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")

I have never taken the high road, but I tell other people to 'cause then there's more room for me on the low road.

The road to happiness has never been a straight one, and yet, it is the only road worth traveling, no matter how curvy or rocky it is!

Seize every opportunity along the way, for how sad it would be if the road you chose became the road not taken.

At that moment Mr. Clifford, quite unconscious that he and his most personal feelings and aspirations were subjects of discussion, was turning from the main road into the lower road.

Getting on the road and driving along a road at night, or even in the daytime and seeing the oceans or whatever, is always liberating.

Don't order one for the road, because the road is already laid out.

To borrow from the writings of a spider named Charlotte: 'Silk is terrific!'

The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.

World's most beautiful road is the road to peace!

One of the things I loved about Black Sabbath was, when we were on the road, there were times we had been on the road for so long and we were tired and we were exhausted. We would show up at gigs and we were so tired that we would be fast asleep in the dressing room. Our road manager would come in and say, '20 minutes, guys.'

One road was simple acceptance of life, the other road offered sweet peace. When I made my decision, my vision became my release.

I love a good road trip. And I have been known to sing cheesy '80s songs at the top of my lungs on a windy road when no one can hear.

When people ask me if it has been a hard or easy road, I always answer with the same quotation, the end is nothing, the road is all.Willa Cather

I love what I do, but living in one place for an entire year and not being on the road constantly was glorious. The road lifestyle is not ideal for a woman who's about to be thirty.

I never imagined I would wear a silk sari as I practice Ahimsa.

I feel a huge responsibility to anyone who's younger than me, in helping them take the road less traveled, or finding no road at all and blazing a new trail.

I still like to play songs from my Silk Route days at concerts.

I don't like silk underwear. They don't do the job, you know?

Babies in silk hats playing with dynamite.

A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called "The Road Less Traveled", describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used. The poet found that the road less traveled was peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along, because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn't hear him as he cried for help. Sure enough, that poet is dead.

I love sensual materials like silk or cashmere.

It's hard to get up at 6am when you're wearing silk pyjamas.

The Road to Santiago is the road of ordinary people.

Life is complex. Each one of us must make his own path through life. There are no self-help manuals, no formulas, no easy answers. The right road for one is the wrong road for another...The journey of life is not paved in blacktop; it is not brightly lit, and it has no road signs. It is a rocky path through the wilderness.

The best road to progress is freedom's road.

What my father especially taught me was to not always take the safe road, the easy road. If you are going to do good work, you have to risk failing badly.

I feel like so much of what I'm doing is making a road where there is no road and inviting people on that road with me. It's scary. It's scary, but I can't listen to the voices that are saying form is the only way, or that there is only this kind of form or that kind of form.

Creation is not a hurdle on the road to God, it is the road itself.

My whole house has a lot of silk flowers - it feels like a garden.

I have a love-hate relationship with white silk.

When I'm doing music and I'm on the road, I love it. But once I'm home, it's very difficult to go back out on the road.

Love is a rock against the wind. Not soft like silk and lace.

You know me - I'm the road dog of road dogs.

And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost forever in the mists of the Summer Sea.