Quotes About Journey

Ndarja Ne Stacion Ty dhe lokomotiven ju tronditi nje psheretime e fundit perpara: qielli verior gri si keta binare qe s'piqen gjekundi ashtu s'do te piqemi me kurre une e ti.

We count by years, but we live by days.

Life is a zigzag journey, they say, not much straight and easy on the way, but the wrinkles in the map, explorers know, smooth out like magic at the end of where we go.

There is more time than there is expanse of the world and so any voyage at last will end.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?—it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. —JACK KEROUAC, On the Road

A se?anja, kad se jednom krenu, ne zadržavaju se kod po?etka.

?ovjek mašta od djetinjstva o velikim gradovima i slavnim poprištima, ali stvarne i odlu?ne bitke za održavanje svoje li?nosti i ostvarenje svega što ona u sebi nagonski krije, mora da bije tamo gdje ga sudbina baci, bogzna na kakvom uskom, bezimenom prostoru, bez sjaja i ljepote, bez svjedoka i sudije.

Možda bi se moglo re?i da svak voli putovanje, ili bar misao o njemu, kao svoj drugi, lepši, život.

Ono od ?ega bih hteo da pobegnem ide sa mnom, pre mene stiže u mesto koje je cilj mog puta, i do?ekuje me na stanici, vodi u hotel i prati po gradu.

Rekao je da nije niko i ništa; putnik na zemlji, prolaznik u ovom prolaznom vremenu, senka na suncu...

?im po?ne da zri leto, neka snaga, za koju ne znam da li dolazi iz mene ili iz svetova oko mene, digne me kao vlaga klicu put svetlosti, i ja putujem, vozim se, plovim, letim. Drugim re?ima, sre?an sam, jer ne bih mogao kazati gde sam.

Teško je ploviti bez krivudanja sa tolikim svetom na brodu i za spas svih treba ponekad nešto od tereta i u more baciti.

Naposletku, sve ?im se ovaj naš život kazuje - misli, napori, pogledi, osmesi, re?i, uzdasi - sve to teži ka drugoj obali, kojoj se upravlja kao cilju, i na kojoj tek dobiva svoj pravi smisao. Sve to ima nešto da savlada i premosti: nered, smrti ili nesmisao, Jer, sve je prelaz, most ?iji se krajevi gube u beskona?nosti, a prema kom su svi zemni mostovi samo de?ije igra?ke, bledi simboli. A sva je naša nada s one strane.

život ide daleko, dalje nego što mi možemo da ga pratimo, a ja se samo trudim da objasnim pojedine pojave, kad ve? ne mogu sve da razumijem.

sje?anja, kad se jednom krene, ne zadržavaju se kod po?etka

Imperfection is an end. Perfection is only an aim.

When you enter a new experience, all that requires healing rushes to the surface . . . You have to pause.

It doesn't matter what road you take, hill you climb, or path you're on, you will always end up in the same place, learning. — Ralph Stevenson

Let me tell you the meaning of the sacred and alluring garden that blooms in the heart of the desert and produces the food of life. The garden for which you are currently heading is nowhere and everywhere except in the camps. It is another name for the only place where you belong, Michaels, where you do not feel homeless. It is off every map, no road leads to it that is merely a road, and only you know the way.

Jag förbannar mig själv, och inte för första gången, för att jag har begett mig ut på en svår färd med en osäker vägvisare vid en opålitlig årstid.

God has His own training methods, and it is usually true that His way up first leads down, for the mountain is only as high as the valley is deep.

So he left, and found no passion, and returned to nothing at all.

You can't go back. Can't fix what broke. But you can go forward. And every step matters. Every one makes a difference." She pushed away from the desk, cupped his face in her hands. "From where I'm standing, you're the best step I ever took.

Two lost souls. He'd once called them that. She wondered if they'd stopped being lost when they'd found each other.