I was in a maze. No matter which way I turned, it was the wrong way.

I took the other road, all right, but only because it was the easy road for me, the way I wanted to go. If I've encountered some unnecessary resistance that's because most of the traffic is going the other way.

Sometimes you must go against the wheel's turn.

…and after all, the wrong road always leads somewhere.

Geh nicht immer auf dem vorgezeichneten Weg, der nur dahin führt, wo andere bereits gegangen sind.

I bought a house on a one-way dead-end road. I don’t know how I got there.

Sometimes I would make left turns all the way around a block, and when I returned to the original intersection, I would feel disappointed to find all the drivers were new. It wasn't like a square dance, where you miraculously end up with your original partner, laughing and feeling giddily relieved to find him after dancing with everyone else in the world. Instead, they swung around and kept on going, some people were at work by now, or halfway to the airport. In fact, driving might be the thing most opposite of dancing.

"You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to makes such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person I thought it was your secret pride."

"I'm thirty," I said. "I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor."

She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

In my blinding drive to excel, in my need to do things perfectly, I’d missed the signs and taken the wrong road.

I made an oath to myself:
as long as I live
as long as my soul remains in this body
I won't deviate from the right way
but later I looked to my left and then to my right
and I saw our beloved everywhere
how could I make a wrong turn?

On a wrong road, inconsistency is inevitable; if it were not so, mankind would be sacrificed. A false principle never has been, and never will be, carried out to the end.

I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.

I looked up the road I was going and back the way I came and since I wasn't satisfied decided to step off the road and cut me a new path. -Ms. Annie Johnson as told by Maya Angelou