Quotes About Journey

Death is passage, border : I would not have Passport for it ! (La mort n'est qu'un passage, frontière. J'aimerais n'avoir pas de passeport)

Oysters speaking doesn''t give a pearl.

Rails that kiss derail; Rails that deviate, too. (Rails qui s'embrassent déraillent; Rails qui s'écartent de même)"

Shoe strangles the foot. But it advances. (La chaussure étrangle le pied. Mais elle fait avancer)

The ivy of the old age begins at the feet that hurt. (Le lierre de la vieillesse - Commence aux pieds qui blessent.)

The path of truth has meadows of falsity. (Le chemin de la vérité A des prairies de fausseté.)"

The sailor dies in what makes him live. We will die in the air and in hope. (Marin meurt dans ce qui le fait vivre. Nous mourrons dans l'air et dans l'espoir)

Oh Sairey, Sairey, little do we know wot lays afore us!

We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before me.

Life is made of so many partings welded together

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.

And thus ever by day and night, under the sun and under the stars, climbing the dusty hills and toiling along the weary plains, journeying by land and journeying by sea, coming and going so strangely, to meet and to act and react on one another, move all we restless travellers through the pilgrimage of life.

The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together and to rest in her bosom.

I remember him as something left behind upon the road of life—as something I have passed, rather than have actually been—and almost think of him as of someone else.

I have often remarked- I suppose everybody has- that one's going away from a familiar place, would seem to be the signal for a change in it.

It was a harder day's journey than yesterday's, for there were long and weary hills to climb; and in journeys, as in life, it is a great deal easier to go down hill than up. However, they kept on, with unabated perseverance, and the hill has not yet lifted its face to heaven that perseverance will not gain the summit of at last.

Life is made of ever so many partings welded together ... Divisions among such must come, and must be met as they come.

Such is the difference between yesterday and today. We are all going to the play, or coming home from it.

The Dover mail was in its usual genial position that the guard suspected the passengers, the passengers suspected one another and the guard, they all suspected everybody else, and the coachman was sure of nothing but the horses; as to which cattle he could with a clear conscience have taken his oath on the two Testaments that they were not fit for the journey.

We count by changes and events within us. Not by years.

In our course through life we shall meet the people who are coming to meet us, from many strange places and by many strange roads,' was the composed reply; 'and what it is set to us to do to them, and what it is set to them to do to us, will all be done.

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show

In this round world of many circles within circles, do we make a weary journey from the high grade to the low, to find at last that they lie close together, that the two extremes touch, and that our journey's end is but our starting-place?

Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together, and to rest in her bosom.