Quotes About Journey

It is invidious to distinguish particular men as adventurers: we are all such.

The desert surrounds your every step and you walk forever a thirsty man.

The purpose of man is like the purpose of a pollywog - to wiggle along as far as he can without dying; or, to hang to life until death takes him.

Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.

A wise man sees the path all must walk and embraces the free will of humankind, even if to watch it unfold causes him pain.

Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.

He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one and the same for it had but one reality and that was the living of it.

Wise men still seek Him today.

Jackson was not a religious man when he came to Lexington.

Im like a man whos been half-asleep all his life, trying to find out what he was like before he woke up.

Don Quixote is one that comes to mind in comparison to mine, in that they both involve journeys undertaken by older men. That is unusual, because generally the hero of a journey story is very young.

Men should be explorers no matter how old they are.

When I go on the road now, which is less than before, but still more than I'd like to, I think of myself primarily as a singer. Not a songwriter, not a celebrity, just a man who likes to sing.

I've always traveled, man, so I'm always out and everywhere.

Man has to pick up the use of his functions as he goes along- especially the function of Love.

Life belongs to man, but the meaning of life is beyond him.

Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up here alone.

The Things that never can come back, are several- Childhood-some forms of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may sometimes make a Journey- And still abide-.

I envy that man who passes through life safely, to the world and fame unknown.

Most men go through life unchallenged, except at the final moment.

When a man leaves home, he leaves behind some scrap of his heart. . . . It's the same with a place a man is going to. Only then he sends a scrap of his heart ahead.

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman-a rope over an abyss. A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting

Whoever does not know how to find the way to his ideal lives more frivolously and impudently than the man without an ideal.

In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.