Road Travel Quotes

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Whatever you choose, however many roads you travel, I hope that you choose not to be a lady. I hope you will find some way to break the rules and make a little trouble out there. And I also hope that you will choose to make some of that trouble on behalf of women." [Commencement Address, Wellesley College, 1996]

You cannot truly listen to anyone and do anything else at the same time.

It's in those quiet little towns, at the edge of the world, that you will find the salt of the earth people who make you feel right at home.

On the way back, Dennis, who has been unusually quiet this lunchtime, speaks up. ‘I’ve been thinking about that Robert Frost poem,’ he says. ‘I don’t think it’s about making choices at all.’ ‘What’s it about, so?’ Geoff says. ‘Anal sex,’ Dennis says. ‘Anal sex?’ ‘How’d’you figure, Dennis?’ ‘Well, once you see it, it’s pretty obvious. Just look at what he says. He’s in a wood, right? He sees two roads in front of him. He takes the one less travelled. What else could it be about?

Those for whom there was, first dimly, then more bright, then dimly again, a possibility. Which, though dimly, perhaps still exists, but which they know, have somehow always known, would never come to anything. They were never, how can I put this, going to be a part of life. It is as though, going through a landscape, through the seasons, in the same general direction as everybody else, they never quite made it to the road. Through the years, humanity, like a tide of refugees or pilgrims, shoeless and in rags, or in Mercedes, station wagons, running shoes, were traveling on, joined by others, falling by the way. And we, joined though we may be, briefly, by other strays, or by road travelers on their little detours, nonetheless never quite joined the continuing procession, of life and birth, never quite found or made it to the road. Whose voice is this? Not here. Not mine.

Humans have the capacity for growth until they leave this earth, so never feel like it's too late for you to take another road if you're unhappy with the one you're traveling.

Having one’s child die is indescribable pain. Knowing that death was preventable and witnessing thousands more join the ranks of the grieving makes it more excruciating. In Ohana, Irene takes us on this journey, showing us the pain and the hope as she honours Roger’s legacy, connects with others who knew and loved him, and engages in advocacy to bring attention to the opioid crisis. Anyone who has experienced pain or loss, anyone who is a friend or ally, will find solace and fullness of heart by reading Ohana: Love, Grief & Hope in the Time of the Opioid Crisis.” Irene Reilly is a fellow traveller on the road of grief, after losing a son to the opioid and toxic drug crisis that grips our country. Having a child die means indescribable pain. Knowing that death was preventable and witnessing thousands more join the ranks of the grieving makes it even harder. Irene takes us on this journey, those of us who share this experience, as well as those who are seeking to help and understand. Her early pain is excruciating, but as we follow along we also see hope as Irene honours Roger’s legacy, connects with others who knew and loved him, and by sharing the advocacy she engages in to bring attention to this crisis. Roger was and and is still loved. He will not be forgotten. This is clear with every word, page and chapter. Anyone who has experienced pain or loss, anyone who is a friend or ally will find solace and and fullness of heat by reading “OHANA - Love, Grief & Hope in the time of the Opioid Crisis”.