Now that I have a 16-month-old son, my weekend ritual has changed - but it's better than ever. We get up early… — Connie Britton Copy Share Image
You get that horse to really operate as if he’s your legs and you can take that anywhere you want. You can… — Buck Brannaman Copy Share Image
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
All life is sacred. Since life is an affirmation of the Creator, I shall live on, even when I am gone. In… — John Harricharan Copy Share Image
You get a feeling on certain trails, when you're reacting like you and your machine are just one thing. It's the feeling… — Ned Overend Copy Share Image
Traditional people of Indian nations have interpreted the two roads that face the light-skinned race as the road to technology and the… — William Commanda Copy Share Image
Go with your love to the fields. Lie down in the shade. Rest your head in her lap. Swear allegiance to what… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I learned [playing Chuck Berry] that there's something to be said for the courage of conviction, that sense of belief, being bold… — Mos Def Copy Share Image
I'm gone, lost, floating away into nothingness like I am in my dream, but this time it's a good feeling - like… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
See this pebble?" "Yes." "Take it." Eragon did and stared at the unremarkable lump. It was dull black, smooth, and as large… — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
John Steinbeck's 'The Grapes of Wrath' also speaks urgently to today's concerns: the cratered trail of dreams for Mexican immigrants seeking a… — Richard Corliss Copy Share Image
She collapsed at the bottom of the trail, at the edge of the ghost town. Dekka sat on Edilio and pressed down… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
Most of them... most of us never figure it out. Bad dream, they think, or good one. Funny rash, never really goes… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
I live just outside of Salt Lake City in a place called Emigration Canyon. It's on the Mormon trail. So I feel… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
The fate of peoples is made like this, two men in small rooms. Forget the coronations, the conclaves of cardinals, the pomp… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
Coming down off the trail, I am lost in my own thoughts and unprepared when a bear chugs across the path just… — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
Self-sacrifice is the real miracle out of which all the reported miracles grow. Do not go where the path may lead, go… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Before our globe had become egg-shaped or round it was a long trail of cosmic dust or fire-mist, moving and writhing like… — Manly Hall Copy Share Image
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
You can get what you want. Never sell out. Don't break. Don't weaken. Don't let the kindness of strangers be your salvation,… — Henry Rollins Copy Share Image
I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown,… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
The feel of a canoe gunnel at the thigh, the splash of flying spray in the face, the rhythm of the snowshoe… — Grey Owl Copy Share Image
Friday morning, Kylie, Miranda, and Della, each carting suitcases, walked the trail to meet up with their parents. They walked slowly, like… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
The vital elements are often momentary, change-sent things ... a gleam of light on water, a trail of smoke from a passing… — Bill Brandt Copy Share Image
Everyone wanted to believe that endless love was possible. She'd believed in it once too, back when she was eighteen. But she… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image