Quotes About Journey

Nach meiner Erfahrung erklärt jeder neue Ort uns eine neue Region unseres Herzens. Als trügen wir die ganse Welt auch in unserem Innern und müssten sie nur entdecken.

Was auch immer est ist<<, flüsterte er ihr zu, >>du wei?t, wir werden es finden.

Der Weglose Wald verdiente seinen Namen. Er schien kein Anfang und kein Ende zu haben, wie ein grünes Meer, in dem man ebenso leicht ertrinken konnte wie in den Wellen seines salzig nassen Namensvettern.

Quando ti porti dietro un libro avviene qualcosa di straordinario: le sue pagine raccoglieranno i tuoi ricordi. E un giorno ti basterà risfogliarle per tornare col pensiero al luogo dove le hai lette per la prima volta.

If you take a book with you on a journey, an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while reading it... yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.

Cara Elinor, evidentemente lei è nata nella storia sbagliata» osservò Dita di Polvere. Erano le prime parole che pronunciava dall'inizio del viaggio. «Nella storia sbagliata? Vorrà dire nell'epoca sbagliata. Sì, anch'io l'ho pensato spesso». «La chiami un po' come le pare» replicò lui.

Es ist immer dasselbe mit den gefährlichen Abenteuern, sie beginnen ganz harmlos.

After all, there's nothing like a few comforting pages of a book when you're way from home, right?

Was ist der grö?te Schatz, den du je gefunden hast?', hatte Chanute ihn vor nich allzu langer Zeit gefragt. Jacob hatte die Schultern gezukt und ein paar aufgezählt. 'Du bist ein nog grö?erer Dummkopf als ich,' hatte Chanute geknurrt. 'Ich hoffe nur, das du ihn nicht verloren hast, wenn dir die wahre Antwort dimmert.

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them…

If you take a book with you on a journey…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you only have to open that book to be back where you first read it.

If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, "an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like

It's always like that in stories: bad things happen but then it all ends happily. And this is a story.

Wake up, Dustfinger!" it said. "Come Back. The story isn't over yet.

And then her voice could help this story to find a good ending at last.

C'era una volta... le fiabe non cominciano così per niente, Will. Ma il poi vissero per sempre felici e contenti ce lo si deve guadagnare.

Em nossas escolhas encontra-se o nosso destino.

What happened to a book that disappeared into its own story?

A lua parecia uma foice faminta no céu quando eles saíram do moinho.

But to the last question," Zelig replied, "he probably flew to beyond the Dark Regions, where people don't go and cattle don't stray, where the sky is copper, the earth iron, and where the evil forces live under roofs of petrified toadstools and in tunnels abandoned by moles." Isaac Bashevis Singer, Naftali the Storyteller and His Horse, Sus

Os mortais não entendem que a vida não é um livro que você fecha só depois de ler a última página. Não existe última página no Livro da Vida, pois a última é sempre a primeira página de outra história.

Giant letters march across the dome of the sky: HOME NOT FOUND. Huw, who knows Comic Sans when she sees it, winces in mild disgust.

Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as the headlights, but you make the whole trip that way.

Wilderness is a temporary condition through which we are passing to the Promised Land.