Road Not Taken Quotes

One always wonders about roads not taken.

I think all of us, looking back on our careers and our lives, there’ll probably be a “road not taken” that we’ll regret and mourn. Certainly, artists will always feel that way, especially when the path taken was more commercial than the one not taken.

I would love to go back and travel the road not taken, if I knew at the end of it I’d find the same set of grandkids.

There is no more disastrous mania, no more dangerous whim, than the speculation over roads not taken.

But in the end, I suppose, we only have one life to lead, and the roads not taken would always outnumber and outshine the roads we end up taking, day by day, without plan.

I regret less the road not taken than my all-fired hurry along the road I took.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Seize every opportunity along the way, for how sad it would be if the road you chose became the road not taken.

No one is discontented at not being a king except a discrowned king … unhappiness almost invariably indicates the existence of a road not taken, a talent undeveloped, a self not recognized.

There’s no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it’s hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I’m always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn’t see it anymore.

I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost…but won’t. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.

There’s no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.