To me, the term ‘middle-class’ connotes a safe, comfortable, middle-of-the road policy. Above all, our language is ‘middle-class’ in the middle of our road. To drive it to one side or the other or even off the road, is the noblest task of the future.
The middle of the road is all of the usable surface. The extremes, right and left, are in the gutters.
I’m at my best in a messy, middle-of-the-road muddle.
The middle of the road is where the white line is – and that’s the worst place to drive.
I’ve flown kites before and I know – sometimes they’re gone forever, and sometimes they’re just waiting in the middle of the road for you to rescue them. Kites can be lucky or they can be ornery. I’ve had both kinds, and a lucky kite is definitely worth chasing for.
We know what happens to people who stay in the middle of the road. They get run down.
Michelle Landr is a fabulous member of Parliament. She is a true representative of that community. She’s a classic middle-of-the-road Australian who represents the interests of her community with passion and with a lot of common sense.
Standing in the middle of the road is very dangerous; you get knocked down by the traffic from both sides.
People are funny. They want the front of the bus, the middle of the road and the back of the church. —Mrs. Miracle
Prudence is not hesitation, procrastination, or moderation. It is not driving in the middle of the road. It is not the way of ambivalence, indecision, or safety.
Remember that the worst accidents occur in the middle of the road.
I detest symbolic protest, as it is an outcry of weak, middle-of-the-road, liberal eunuchs. If an individual feels strongly enough about something to do something about it, then he shouldn’t prostitute himself by doing something symbolic. He should get out and do something real.
Going to a site with more users seems obviously better to me, but at the same time, having a bland, middle of the road profile with bland, middle of the road pictures seems like a bad strategy to me.
People talk about the middle of the road as though it were unacceptable. Actually, all human problems, excepting morals, come into the gray areas. Things are not all black and white. There have to be compromises. The middle of the road is all of the usable surface. The extremes, right and left, are in the gutters.
The middle of the road is a poor place to walk. It is a poor place to drive. It is a poor place to live.
I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.
