Nature is a labyrinth in which the very haste you move with will make you lose your way.
I was born into BolÃvar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust.
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads