No one has traveled the road of success without ever…

No one has traveled the road of success without ever crossing the streets of failure. GOD never promised us an easy journey in life,but…

— Nishan Panwar

No one has traveled the road of success without crossing the streets of failure!

— Senora Roy

No one has traveled the road of success without ever crossing the street of failures. God never promised us an easy journey in life,…

— Anonymous

“We cannot travel the roads of success without ever crossing the streets of failures”

— Venkat Subramaniam

“I can explain myself: If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. I’m not joking. You’ve been told to…

— Emilie Autumn

“Someone A man worn down by time, a man who does not even expect death (the proofs of death are statistics and everyone runs…

— Jorge Luis Borges

“A habit that forms from this is that I can ask Eric questions when he is asleep. Once I hear the first snore, I…

— Weike Wang

When you were growing up, your mom and dad told you to look both ways before crossing the street or not to get into…

— Chris DeWolfe

Lady crossing the street, not paying attention, almost got hit. Turns to husband & screams, 'Why didn't YOU watch where I was going?!'

— Kal Penn

“Last summer, in London at least, the hoodie was transformed from a benign piece of leisurewear into a uniform for the disaffected, the angry,…

— Mark Capell

“Thanks to my mother, I was raised to have a morbid imagination. When I was a child, she often talked about death as warning,…

— Amy Tan

“Do you feel it? It’s a heightening of the senses, the kind that immobilizes a cat crossing the street, transfixed by the blinding headlights…

— Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

“More data—such as paying attention to the eye colors of the people around when crossing the street—can make you miss the big truck.”

— Nassim Nicholas Taleb

This week I realized my dad will make you cry in the store if you make him mad. Also when your crossing the street…

— Anonymous

“It was one of those great iron afternoons in London: the yellow sun being teased apart by a thoasand chimneys breathing, fawning upward without…

— Thomas Pynchon