I’ve studied Nixon since the Kennedy campaign. I’ve no doubt that the trail will lead to the Oval Office.
He was the first to accuse Nixon
I have never been on the trail of developers or contractors.
I see all of us reading ourselves away from ourselves, straining in circles of light to find more light until the line of words becomes a trail of crumbs that we follow across a page of fresh snow.
Comey has left a trail of suspicious activities in his wake.
Bush fell off his bike while mountain biking on his ranch over the weekend. He hit a rough spot in the trail. There's a switch - the environment hurting Bush.
For all the hardship, I was still excited to be on the trail, testing my endurance, feeling especially alive as strength and fatigue flowed alternately through my limbs.
You're right on the money with that. We're all like detectives in life. There's something at the end of the trail that we're all looking for.
I really care about leaving a trail of goodness wherever we can.
Sometimes I like to run naked in the moonlight and the wind, on a little trail behind our house, when the honeysuckle blooms. It's a feeling of freedom, so close to God and nature.
I'm a country girl. We lived in a neighborhood, but at the back of the house, there was a little pathway with a creek and a trail. And we would go there, me and my brother. It was always an adventure in our imagination.
Let's just say I am happy that she [Hillary Clinton] is getting some much needed downtime now. But she's looking forward to getting back out on the trail very soon.
Go where no one's gone and leave a trail of excellence behind you.
It seems to me further, that it is very odd that fate should leave so careful a trail, and spend so little time preparing the one that must follow it.
An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.
Surely the wake left behind by mankind's forward march reveals its movement just as clearly as the spray thrown up elsewhere by the prow.
Take the regular wagon track and never leave it.
Once you have been touched by magic, you are forever changed. You leave a trail.
Along 4 Mile Run, there was a nice woods down in front of the house. I used to run around there.
For me, I always think of the image of sweeping out my footprints as I walk through a scene.
Every obstacle in his journey became a milestone, an occasion for further triumph. We have a model in front of us now, a model who blazes our trail and gives us strength.
The trail of the human serpent is thus over everything.
Riding in advance, we passed over one of these great plains; we looked back and saw the line of scattered horsemen stretching for a mile or more; and far in the rear against the horizon, the white wagons creeping slowly along.
Hills are terrific for running.
So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter
Good walking leaves no track behind it.
