Top 15 The Road Beneath My Feet Quotes
#1. I spend a lot of time talking about something I believe passionately, which is that life is what you choose to make it, for the most part, and more often than not all you need to do is seize it by the throat and demand more from it.
Frank Turner
#2. It's better to repent what you enjoyed than to repent not having enjoyed anything.
Giovanni Boccaccio
#3. Give me the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner
and then to thinking!
William Hazlitt
#4. She was my ground, my favorite sound,
my country road, my city street,
my sky above, my only love,
and the ground beneath my feet
Salman Rushdie
#5. Things happen in the way they usually should. I'm a pretty fatalistic person.
Emily Blunt
#6. Running is a road to self-awareness and reliance-you can push yourself to extremes and learn the harsh reality of your physical and mental limitations or coast quietly down a solitary path watching the earth spin beneath your feet.
Doris Brown Heritage
#7. The night is like warm velvet around them. The stars, burning diamonds in the cloudless sky, turn the road beneath their feet a silver grey.
Patrick Rothfuss
#8. It's about the feeling you get: the road beneath the soles of your feet, the smell in the air. It makes you feel strong, somehow, invincible.
Rowan Coleman
#9. Usually in features, I'm the lead. I consider the director the captain, but I consider myself the first mate, and it's up to me to keep in contact with the heart of the crew.
Eddie Albert
#10. Many people make fun of me because I'm always so dressed up, but they don't understand that there's a little girl inside me who always wanted to be that dressed up but never got to do that because I was always a certain weight.
Sonam Kapoor
#11. I just think it's fun to remind people that good television has exited and it can exist again and just to give them pleasure and enjoy it and make them laugh.
Jenna Elfman
#13. The sins of the Midwest: flatness, emptiness, a necessary acceptance of the familiar. Where is the romance in being buried alive? In growing old?
Stewart O'Nan
#14. O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
