Quotes About Journey

A man's task is to find himself, and if he fails in this, it doesn't much matter what else he finds.

The man who starts out going nowhere, generally gets there.

Some men never find prosperity, For all their voyaging, While others find it with no voyaging.

We are men and our lot in life is to learn and to be hurled into inconceivable new worlds.

A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life.

I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value.

Forward into the untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella!

How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?

A man can be in two different places and he will be two different men. Maybe if you think of more places he will be more men, but two is enough for now.

For a man needs only to be turned around once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost...Not 'til we are lost do we begin to find ourselves.

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

Birthdays? yes, in a general way; For the most if not for the best of men: You were born (I suppose) on a certain day: So was I: or perhaps in the night: what then?

Living a life is much like climbing mountains-the summits are always further off than you think, but when a man has a goal, he always feels he's working toward something.

Moses was a forgotten man in the wilderness, But God had Moses right where he wanted him and met him at a burning bush.

There's that popular misconception of man as something between a brute and an angel. Actually man is in transit between brute and God.

No man who has lived through a temporary spiritual experience is ever likely to forget it. His days will be haunted until he sets out to seek ways and means of repeating it.

I think the hill one has to trudge in order to understand a man's baggage is more of a trek than I'd like to take right now.

Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.

What can a man do to move along in some kind of grace through his days and years?

Can you tell a plain man the road to heaven? Certainly, turn at once to the right, and then go straight forward.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.

Man's course begins in a garden, but it ends in a city.

Man hath a weary pilgrimage, As through the word he wends; On every stage, from youth to age, Still discontent attends.

Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raisea thirst.