Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I will follow it.
In my life, things have happened to me. I've never felt I was controlling anything.
Our course of advance... is neither a straight line nor a curve. It is a series of dots and dashes.
History is moving in zig-zags and by roundabout ways.
Vladimir Lenin
My early years were hardly a model of focus, discipline, and direction. No one who met me as a teenager could have imagined my going into research and making important discoveries. No one could have predicted the arc of my career.
Brief is this existence, as a visit in a strange house. The path to be pursued is poorly lit by a flickering consciousness.
My life has taken me down several different paths I never expected it to take me down. Not in a million years.
I am an unpredictable journey.
But I shall follow the endless, winding way, — the flowing river in the cave of man; careless whither I be led, reckless where I land.
... we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.
I improvised my life along the way - I just moved step-by-step. And I knew that if I got better, something would happen.
I don't know where life will lead me, but I know where I've been. I can't say what life will show me, but I know what I've seen. Tried my hand at love and friendship, but all that is passed and gone. This little boy is moving on.
My life has been, I suppose, the most incredible series of highs and lows.
My whole career's been kind of crazy, so you can't really surprise me.
We rarely know where we are going; writing is a discovery.
For the warrior of light there are no ends, only means. Life carries him from unknown to unknown. Each moment is filled with this thrilling mystery: the warrior does not know where he came from or where he is going.
You're exactly where you're meant to be, meandering along a crooked path.
I have had an extraordinary life, but it's been one incredible roller coaster ride.
A reader's tastes are peculiar. Choosing books to read is like making your way down a remote and winding path. Your stops on that path are always idiosyncratic. One book leads to another and another the way one thought leads to another and another. My type of reader is the sort who burrows through the stacks in the bookstore or the library (or the Web site — stacks are stacks), yielding to impulse and instinct.
Life is a little like a message in a bottle, to be carried by the winds and the tides.
I have my own unique road that has had many exciting ups and heart-breaking downs, but one thing I know is that my journey is not over and the best is yet to come.
I honestly have no strategy whatsoever. I'm waiting for that script to pop through the letterbox and completely surprise me.
Thank you, Sam," he said in a cracked whisper. "How far is there to go?" I don't know," said Sam, "because I don't know where we're going.
The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.
Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us
