Quotes About Journey

Podría compararse este tipo de obra con un puro trabajo manual que debe cubrir cierta cantidad de espacio en un tiempo determinado, o con una larga ruta con un gran número de etapas. Cuando se ha completado una etapa, no hay que volver a hacerla; y cuando se ha recorrido la ruta entera, el artista se libra del cuadro.

Je questionnai l'un de ces hommes, et je lui demandai où ils allaient ainsi. Il me répondit qu'il n'en savait rien, ni lui, ni les autres ; mais qu'évidemment ils allaient quelque part, puisqu'ils étaient poussés par un invincible besoin de marcher.

Ey ç??, düÅŸerken al?p götürür müsün beni?

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

It began as a mistake.

as she drove me through the hills everything screamed inside of me, and I kept saying as we drove along (to myself, of course) fucker, it will pass, everything passes, it's all a joke a joke on you

Humanity, you never had it from the beginning. That was my motto.

I am this fiery snail crawling home.

There still might be a place for us somewhere.

Do some living and get yourself a typewriter.

He fell off the table like a crab looking for the sea.

we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.

you are on the freeway threading through traffic now, moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful and so disappointing because we are all so alike and so different.

I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.

It's never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

and you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.

Your life is your life

it's half-past nowhere everywhere.

Tinha o cartão Gold Visa. Estava vivo. Talvez. Começava até a me sentir como Nick Belane. Cantalorei um trechinho de Coats. O Inferno era o que a gente fazia dele. (pág. 16)

if there is light it will find you. — Charles Bukowski, from "the harder you try," The People Look Like Flowers . (Ecco; First Edition edition(March 27, 2007)

Sulla via per l'inferno c'è sempre un sacco di gente, ma è comunque una via che si percorre in solitudine.

I got into the car and began cruising up and down the streets looking for a For Rent sign. It didn't seem to be an unusual thing to do.

I found trouble, but the rest of what I was looking for, I haven't found that yet. maybe we find it when we die. maybe we don't. you've got your books of philosophy, your priest, your preacher, your scientist, so don't ask me.