Quotes About Journey

I use my friends rather as giglamps : There's another field I see: by your light. Over there's a hill. I widen my landscape.

The early train from the north is hurled at her like a missile. We draw a curtain as we pass. Blank expectant faces stare at us as we rattle and flash through stations. Men clutch their newspapers a little tighter, as our wind sweeps them, envisaging death. But we roar on. We are about to explode in the flanks of the city like a shell in the side of some ponderous, maternal, majestic animal.

Old age must have endless avenues, stretching away and away down its darkness, she supposed, and now one door opened and then another.

I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it; fame and missed it; love and not known it; life--behold, death is better. I have known many men and women, she continued: none have I understood.

I have lived a thousand lives already. Every day I unbury--I dig up. I find relics of myself in the sand that women made thousands of years ago...

Here she took up her lodging and began instantly to look about her for what she had come in search of–that is to say, life and a lover.

So that to know her, or any one, one must seek out the people who completed them; even the places.

Flush valóságos bölcs - írta nÅ'vérének Mrs. Browning; s talán a görögökre gondolt, akik úgy vélték, a boldogság a szenvedések útjának végén vár ránk. Ilyen az igazi filozófus: ruhája nincs ugyan, de nincs bolhája sem.

érezte, igen, hogy az élet, mely elkülönült kis események sorozata, s ezeket egyenként, sorjában éljük át, kígyózó-hullámzó egész, mely hol feldobja, hol sodorja magával az embert, s a partra csobbantja végül.

kardjának élét az élet felé fordítva...

I reach my object and say, Wander no more. All else is trial and make-believe.

The solitary traveller, haunter of lanes, disturber of ferns, and devastator of great hemlock plants, looking up, suddenly sees the giant figure at the end of the ride.

In a day, when you don't come across any problems - you can be sure that you are travelling in a wrong path

If you don't leave home you suffocate, if you go too far you lose oxygen.

If we pursue a spiritual path in depth, then it changes who and what we are. There is no turning back. We can only move forward.

Life is short. From here to that old car you know so well there is a stretch of twenty, twenty-five paces. It is a very short walk. Make those twenty-five steps. Now. Right now. Come just as you are. And we shall live happily ever after.

Life is a great surprise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

One is always at home in one's past...

My Carmen, I said (I used to call her that sometimes) we shall leave this raw sore town as soon as you get out of bed. ... Because, really, I continued, there is no point in staying here. There is no point in staying anywhere, said Lolita.

When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain belated visitor on a lighted threshold at the far end of some impeccably narrowing corridor.

Both were diverted by life's young fumblings, both saddened by the wisdom of time

I have journeyed back in thought --with thought hopelessly tapering off as I went-- to remote regions where I groped for some secret outlet only to discover that the prison of time is spherical and without exits. Short of suicide I have tried everything.

Elmenni annyi, mint kicsit meghalni, és meghalni annyi, mint kicsit túl messze menni.

With a heavy heart I left the house and walked through the spotted blaze of the sun to my car. Two other cars were parked on both sides of it, and I had some trouble squeezing out.