Quotes About Journey

Here the train was halted. The Scotch half-breed slowly retraced his steps to the camp they had left. The men ceased talking. A revolver-shot rang out. The man came back hurriedly. The whips snapped, the bells tinkled merrily, the sleds churned along the trail; but Buck knew, and every dog knew, what had taken place behind the belt of river trees.

But behold! As soon as I went out on the adventure-path I met John Barleycorn again.

A Scotch half-breed took charge of him and his mates, and in company with a dozen other dog-teams he started back over the weary trail to Dawson. It was no light running now, nor record time, but heavy toil each day, with a heavy load behind; for this was the mail train

He knew he was at last answering the call, running by the side of his wood brother toward the place from where the call surely came. Old memories were coming upon him fast, and he was stirring to them as of old he stirred to the realities of which they were the shadows. He had done this thing before, somewhere in that other and dimly remembered world, and he was doing it again now, running free in the open, the unpacked earth underfoot, the wide sky overhead.

I oto zew doszedÅ' Bucka, nieomylny, zdobyty, prawdziwy. SiadÅ' wiÄ™c równie? i równie? zawyÅ'.

They ran through the night. And the next day found them still running. They were running over the surface of a world frozen and dead. No life stirred.

investigate. A whiff of warm air ascended to his nostrils, and there

Kimdi, neydi, Martin asla öÄŸrenemedi. GeçmiÅŸi olmayan; geleceÄŸi önündeki mezardan, bugünüyse içindeki canh?raÅŸ hayat ateÅŸinden ibaret bir adamd?.

what had taken vicinity in the back of the belt of river bushes.

never thought about it so abstractly," he confessed.  "I've been too busy puzzling over why I came here.

And who knows what Romance, what Adventure, what Love, is lurking around the next turn of the road, ready to leap out on us if we'll only travel that far?" –Inscription in George Sterling's copy of The Road, March 26, 1914

And, in a way, we're all time travelers. Somehow, the entire temporal stream exists, but we're only conscious of a single moment.

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

T'sais mounted her horse and set out for Earth, seeking love and beauty.

Everyone is the same," he told himself. "Anxious to arrive. And when they leave, wondering why they came.

Sir Pom-pom gave a scornful grunt. 'As for me, I am bored with this constant trudging through the dust! The roads never end; they simply join into another road, so that a wanderer never comes to his journey's end.' 'That is the nature of the vagabond.

Rabban Bar Sawma

The streaming and twisting of the horsehair in the wind beckoned the owner ever onward, luring him away from this spot to seek another, to find better pasture, to explore new opportunities and adventures, to create his own fate in his life in this world.

El auténtico descubridor. No obstante, no es el hombre que, tiene la suerte de tropezarse con alguna cosa, sino el hombre que encuentra lo que iba buscando.

El auténtico descubridor. No obstante, no es el hombre que, el primero, tiene la suerte de tropezarse con alguna cosa, sino el hombre que encuentra lo que iba buscando.

Love child! What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

Alas for we who are mortal, and are denied the luxury of dramatic license. We mus live, and go onward.

I thought about what a priest of Elua had told me about love many years ago, the first time I kept his vigil on the Longest Night. You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose. It was true.

Avevo Joscelin, il mio Compagno Perfetto, la bussola su cui era fisso il mio cuore.