Quotes About Journey

Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.

Richard Brautigan

Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her.

We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST.

Let us pretend that my mind is a taxi... and suddenly you are riding in it.

Warm fog swirled in the canyon as we gradually descended. A hundred feet in front of us everything was lost in the fog and a hundred feet behind us everything was lost in the fog. We were walking in a capsule between amnesias.

Finding is Losing Something Else" Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. in A Taste of the Taste of Brautigan," California Living (16 May 1971)

He died on his return to New York. He died on the gangplank, just a few feet away from America. He didn't quite make it. His hat did though. It rolled off his head and down the gang-plank and landed, plop, on America. Poor devil. I heard it was his heart, but the way the Chinese dentist described the business, it could have been his teeth.

Wherever you are, we must do the best we can. It is so far to travel, and we have nothing here to travel, except watermelon sugar..

he was leaving for America, often only a place in the mind.

Nereden Gelip Geçer Bazen pasaportumu ç?kar?r fotoÄŸraf?ma bakar?m (çok iyi deÄŸil... vs.) sadece var olduÄŸumu görmek için Tokyo 12 haziran 1976

Bir günün olaÄŸanüstü olabilmesi için bir ÅŸeftalinin yettiÄŸi bir geçmiÅŸ zamanda bir yaz günü, s?ran?n sonunun gelmesini sab?rla bekleyen ve ÅŸeftalilerle dolu poÅŸetler ta??yan bir geyik sürüsüyle birlikte bir ren geyiÄŸi istasyonuna doÄŸru yol alan bir trendeydim sanki.

We are careless of that which is near us, and follow that which is afar off, to which we will travel and sail beyond the seas.

Individuals are temporary meeting points on the crisscrossing routes that genes take through history.

Strange is our situation here on Earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to divine a purpose.

He was… a lost apostrophe in search of a word to which he might belong

He fell asleep and again dreamt of being rowed by two myrtle trees, except this time they rowed through the stars to the moon, and it was quiet, and while everything went on forever the stars were as knowable and as safe and as comforting a world as that of the rainforested rivers.

As they made their way to the coast, he bemoaned the hotel trade in the manner, Dorrigo felt, that those who love what they do bemoan their passion the most.

They were men like other young men, unknown to themselves. So much that lay within them they were now travelling to meet. Beneath

He waited for death as a traveller for a bus.

They were men like other young men, unknown to themselves. So much that lay within them they were now travelling to meet.

Days and months are travellers of eternity. So too the years that pass by

My purpose holds, To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die.

He read and reread 'Ulysses'. The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.