unexplored paths Quotes

You spoke about things they couldn't see and so they laughed. Yet to row up the dark river against the current, to take the unknown road blindly, stubbornly, and to search for words rooted like the knotted olive tree- let them laugh. And to yearn for the other world to inhabit today's suffocating loneliness, this ravaged present- let them be.

I like to do different things and, as my actrees career evolves, I will choose roles to do things that I haven't done before. There are a lot of different sides of me, and I'm in a unique position now, for the first time in my career, to decide what direction I want to go in.

Don't keep forever on the public road, going only where others have gone. Leave the beaten track occasionally and dive into the woods. You will be certain to find something you have never seen before. Of course it will be a little thing, but do not ignore it. One discovery will lead to another, and before you know it, you will have something worth thinking about to occupy your mind, and really big discoveries are the result of thought.

Declining from the public ways, walk in unfrequented paths.

Don't put your characters on a treadmill. They need to go new places, face new challenges and do new things.

The last sentence in a piece is another adventure. It should open the piece up.

Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken... Kiss a lover Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure... Face your life Its pain, Its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.

When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don't take are snuffed out like candles, as if they'd never existed.

It's not so much about what you ask as what you don't ask.

There's only one thing I never did and wish I had done: climbed over a fence.

I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.

Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not happen.

No matter how many possibilities turn into reality, an infinite number remain.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

My vicinity affords many good walks; and though for so many years I have walked almost every day, and sometimes for several days together, I have not yet exhausted them. An absolutely new prospect is a great happiness, and I can still get this any afternoon. Two or three hours' walking will carry me to as strange a country as I ever expect to see.