Hey, on the road there's bumps and hits, let me see you…

There are moutains that we want to move there are thunderstorms that we just want to stop there are road bumps that just never…

— Melchor Lim

I love life, and I have a lot of gratitude. There have been a lot of bumps in the road, but my sense of…

— Shelley Morrison

I have no doubt that there will continue to be bumps, some serious crises indeed in our relationship with China… Neither membership in the…

— Daniel Patrick Moynihan

Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as…

— Anonymous

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

— Jack Kerouac

I've always been more afraid of being left alone or left out than of things that go bump in the night.

— Nelson Gidding

Women's golf definitely hit a bump in the road. We lost some tournaments due to a combination of things led by the downturn in…

— Hollis Stacy

I've taken my bumps and bruises, but you've got to be willing to get knocked down and pick yourself up. You can't get discouraged.…

— Jermaine O'Neal

We've never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We're hanging on to the outside for all we're worth,…

— Paul Bowles

A rollicking good read-THE HUNTER is steampunk with a Wild West feel. Theresa Meyers is an entertaining and witty writer with a fresh, new…

— Yasmine Galenorn

I got into acting in high school mainly because I wasn't doing anything else and started to hit a few bumps in the road.…

— Matt Letscher

Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a…

— Jim Cummings

The bumps are what you climb on.

— Warren W. Wiersbe

No matter what. Wherever your mind wanders, it seems to turn up at the same Field of Dreams. It's the vision you wake up…

— James C. Collins

His fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a trail of…

— Richelle Mead