“My grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours?”
“The path behind is twisted, the path ahead unknown.”
“It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.”
“Tricky the paths a long love might follow, like the spiral down twists of a raindrop on a windowpane.”
“When we do cross paths with people whose beliefs and attitudes conflict with our own, we are rarely challenged.”
“[Neighbor is] not he whom I find in my path, but rather he in whose path I place myself, he whom I approach and actively seek.”