So this is supposed to be about the how, and when, and why, and what of reading -- about the way that, when reading is going well, one book leads to another and to another, a paper trail of theme and meaning; and how, when it's going badly, when books don't stick or take, when your mood and the mood of the book are fighting like cats, you'd rather do anything but attempt the next paragraph, or reread the last one for the tenth time.
My motivation to keep hiking was rooted in the magnificent details of the Appalachian Mountains, and the more I poured myself out - the more energy I gave the trail - the more it gave me in return.
The road to success is not a path you find, but a trail you blaze.
Once Jesus had blazed the trail, his twelve disciples could carry on his mission without his presence.
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all
The saddle is a place for dreaming when there's hours of trail ahead.
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.
The progress of science is strewn, like an ancient desert trail, with the bleached skeleton of discarded theories which once seemed to possess eternal life.
Men ask the way to Cold Mountain, Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.
I don't make any apologies for what I do on the campaign trail.
All life is sacred. Since life is an affirmation of the Creator, I shall live on, even when I am gone. In trailing clouds of glory shall I return to my Creator only to find that I had never really left. I shall walk among the lilies of the field and leave my trail in stardust in the sky.
I took Laura on a trip once where we followed the Immigrant Trail for about six hundred miles. She really learned a lesson. People forget too often how it was back then.
I could never resist the call of the trail.
When you have been with your partner for so many years, they become the glove compartment map that you've worn dog-eared and white-creased, the trail you recogonize so well you could draw it by heart and for this very reason keep it with you on journeys at all times. And yet, when you least expect it, one day you open your eyes and there is an unfamiliar turnoff, a vantage point taht wasn't there before, and you have to stop and wonder if maybe this landmark isn't new at all, but rather something you have missed all along.
Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.
. . . now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.
My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. Beat thou the drum, that it speaks mournfully, Trail your steel spikes. Though in this city he Hath widowed and unchilded many a one, Which to this hour bewail the injury, Yet he shall have a noble memory. Assist.
If you follow the trail of your own enthusiastically repeated stories, you will begin to rediscover the things that invigorate and enliven you.
(Yes teenage boys who are fine always cry on their mothers’ shoulders until they leave a snot trail. )
There is a peculiar pleasure in riding out into the unknown. A pleasure which no second journey on the same trail ever affords.