Quotes About Journey

It is necessary that every man have at least somewhere to go. For there are times when one absolutely must go at least somewhere!

I never knew a man go for an honest day's walk for whatever distance, great or small, and not have his reward in the repossession of his soul.

I was a great many far cries from myself.

The life of man is a winter way.

There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it.

Prayers and provender hinder no journey. [Prayers and provender hinder no man's journey.]

It is to the man who is trying to live, to the man who is obedient to the word of the Master, that the word of the Master unfolds itself.

If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him--valar morghulis.

A man could not always be where he belonged, though.

It's always a longer walk to the men's room, buckaroo.

There are three kinds of men: those who are preceded by their shadow, those who are pursued by it, and those who have never seen the sun.

The Church is a house with a hundred gates: and no two men enter at exactly the same angle

The path to the inwardly enriched life is not hidden from the man or woman who longs to walk upon it.

Because sometimes, a man could do nothing about where he came from, he could only control where he went

Every man's life is, consciously or unconsciously, a quest for the infinite and the eternal reality.

My old man said, 'Follow the van, Don't dilly-dally on the way!' But I dillied and dallied, dallied and dillied, Lost the van and don't know where to roam.

Living is the original art. As a young man I wanted to be a poet and I learned along the way that I already was a poet.

Pilgrim's Progress , about a man that left his family, it didn't say why. I read considerable in it now and then. The statements was interesting, but tough.

Each man, when he dies, sees the landscape of his own soul.

We were young, we were merry, we were very, very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes, And a man with his back to the East.

Forest is the best port of the wise man!

All men leave the harbour of youth, but only few reach the very far island of wisdom!

Every man's life is a train made of straw which tries to move on a track made of fire! The very next stop is ashes and dust.

All men start life as a road-user and only few continue it as a road-creator!