Quotes About Journey

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in the world?

Oh, love is a journey with water and stars, with drowning air and storms of flour: love is a clash of lightnings, two bodies subdued by one honey.

I move in the university of the waves.

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

Por eso tengo que volver a tantos sitios veneridos para encontrarme conmigo y examinarme sin cesar sin testigo que la luna, y luego silbar de alegria pisando piedras y terrones sin tarea que existir sin familia que el camino

I love your feet because they have wandered over the earth and through the wind and water until they brought you to me.

Die Slowly' by Pablo Neruda: He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.

ay,amar es un viaje con agua y con estrellas,con aire ahogado y bruscas tempestades de harina: amar es un combate de relámpagos y dos cuerpos por una sola miel derrotados -pablo neruda

It's well known that he who returns never left

Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land

everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Through the mountains you go as a breeze comes

Dónde van las cosas del sueño? Se van al sueño de otros?

Someday, somewhere -anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Antes de amarte, amor, nada era mío: vacilé por las calles y las cosas: nada contaba ni tenía nombre: el mundo era del aire que esperaba.

We all arrive by different streets, by unequal languages, at Silence.

And now, beloved, through the crackling sea we return like blind birds

How did the abandoned bicycle win its freedom?

Y aquella vez fue como nunca y siempre: vamos allí donde no espera nada y hallamos todo lo que está esperando.

My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all timetables.