Quotes About Journey

I was thirty-seven years old and still discovering who I was.

Of course, an old wine is like an old lady, and traveling can disturb her.

Es algo de lo eterno al goce del minuto lo que tu empeño busca por la ruta encendida de los claros anhelos.

Va descalza la vida por la nube del mar desde que alzo hacia ti mi corazon sus vuelvas.

When I heard you were home, I decided to break the record for the fastest Cambridge-to-London journey. Wagered my next term's allowance on the outcome. - Frank

Most of us have only one story to tell. I don't mean that only one thing happens to us in our lives: there are countless events, which we turn into countless stories. But there's only one that matters, only one finally worth telling.

Early in life, the world divides crudely into those who have had sex and those who haven't. Later, into those who have known love, and those who haven't. Later still - at least, if we are lucky (or, on the other hand, unlucky) - it divides into those who have endured grief, and those who haven't. These divisions are absolute; they are tropics we cross.

Life always refused simplicity.

That's one of the things about life. We're all just looking for a place of safety. And if you don't find one, then you have to learn how to pass the time

But life never lets you go, does it? You can't put down life the way you put down a book.

We muddle along, we let life happen to us, we gradually build up a store of memories. There is the question of accumulation, but not in the sense that Adrian meant, just the simple adding up and adding on of life. And as the poet pointed out, there is a difference between addition and increase.

Early in life, the world divides crudely into those who have had sex and those who haven't. Later, into those who have known love, and those who haven't. Later still—at least, if we are lucky (or, on the other hand, unlucky)—it divides into those who have endured grief, and those who haven't. These divisions are absolute; they are tropics we cross.

And that's a life, isn't it? Some achievements and some disappointments.

It had all begun, very precisely, he told his mind, on the morning of the 28th of January 1936, at Arkhangelsk railway station. No, his mind responded, nothing begins just like that, on a certain date at a certain place. It all began in many places, and at many times, some even before you were born, in foreign countries, and in the minds of others. —

I suppose the truth is that, yes, I'm not odd enough not to have done the things I've ended up doing with my life.

My own [story] is the simplest ... it hardly amounts to more than a convincing proof of my existence - and yet I find it the hardest to begin.

We're leaving, I told her one July afternoon. We? You and I? Where are we going, young Master Paul? Do you have your belongings tied up in a red-spotted handkerchief on a stick?

The way, the truth and the life. You go on your way through life telling the truth.

Isn't there something between stagnation and heading somewhere?" "Like?" "Like having a nice time. Enjoy the day and all that?

the complications of life do not end at the altar; some might say that this is where they begin.

You only followed where you were going if you wanted to get back to where you had started from, and she knew that was impossible.

But time Ã¢â'¬Â¦ how time first grounds us and then confounds us.

Tai ir yra gyvenimas, ar ne? Šiek tiek pasiekim? ir šiek tiek nusivylim?.

Es una de las cosas que tiene la vida. Todos buscamos un lugar seguro.