Quotes About Journey

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

All I know is a door into the dark

But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?

But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.

The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter?

I like to think of poetry as statements made on the way to the grave.

A poet must discover that it's his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.

And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

Poetry can startle you, awaken you, make you fall in love, take your breath away. When those words sink in, you'll never look at your life or your journey the same way again.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity

Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when.

I don't create poetry, I create myself, for me my poems are a way to me.

He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

Poetry is the gate through which I enter the land of enchantment. Once inside the flaming wall, my limitations fall from me, and my spirit is free.

I know many lives worth living.

When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.