Quotes About Journey

When I think of what I already lived through it seems to me I was shedding my bodies along the paths.

She wanted even more: to be reborn always, to sever everything that she had learned, that she had seen, and inaugurate herself in new terrain where every tiny act had a meaning, where the air was breathed as if for the first time.

Perder-se é um achar-se perigoso.

Oh, don't pull your hand away from me, I've promised myself that maybe by the end of this impossible narrative I shall understand, oh maybe it will be on Hell's road that I shall be able to find what we need—but don't pull your hand away, even though I now know that the finding has to come on the road of what we are, if I can succeed in not sinking completely into what we are.

I am so lost. But that is exactly how we live; lost in time and space.

What I really do when I write you is follow myself, and I'm doing it right now: I'm following myself without knowing what it will lead me to. Sometimes following myself is so hard. Because of following something that's still so nebulous. Sometimes I end up stopping.

I ask: will she ever someday know love's farewell? Will she ever someday know the swoonings of love? Will she take in her own way the sweet journey? I know nothing. What can you do with the truth that everyone's a little sad and a little alone.

Haz de nuevo la pregunta, Juana, no te he oído. —Quería saber qué pasa después de que se es feliz. ¿Qué ocurre después?

Real life is so secret that not even I, who am dying of it, have been given the password, I am dying without knowing of what. And the secret is such that only if the mission is finally carried out do I, all of a sudden, see that I was born entrusted with it - all of life is a secret mission.

My mystery is simple: I don't know how to be alive. - Because you only know, or only knew, how to be alive through pain.

What an effort I make to be myself. I struggle against a tide in a boat with just enough room for my two feet in a perilous and fragile balance.

Ouve, por eu ter mergulhado no abismo é que estou começando a amar o abismo de que sou feita.

quero não o que está feito mas o que tortuosamente ainda se faz. Minhas desequilibradas palavras são o luxo de meu silêncio.

Words are pebbles rolling in the river

Perhaps I now knew that I would never be equal to life myself, but that my life was equal to life. I would never reach my root, but my root did exist.

Só não inicio pelo fim que justificaria o começo – como a morte parece dizer sobre a vida – porque preciso registrar os fatos antecedentes.

And I shall not wander "from thought to thought," but from mood to mood. We shall be inhuman — as the loftiest conquest of man. Being is being beyond human. Being man does not work, being man has been a constraint. The unknown awaits us, but I feel that this unknown is a totalization and will be the true humanization for which we longed. Am I speaking of death? no, of life. It is not a state of happiness, it is a state of contact.

Nenhuma felicidade ou infelicidade tinha sido tão forte que tivesse transformado os elementos de sua matéria, dando-lhe um caminho único, como deve ser o verdadeiro caminho.

Sou o resultado de ter ouvido uma voz quente no passado e de ter descido do trem quase antes dele parar — a pressa é inimiga da perfeição e foi assim que corri para a cidade perdendo logo a estação e a nova partida do trem e seu momento privilegiado que desperta espanto tão dolorido que é o apito do trem, que é adeus.

Life is like that: you press a button and life lights up. Except that the girl didnt know which button to press.

Acordava antes de todos, pois para ir à escola teria que pegar um ônibus e um bonde, o que lhe tomaria uma hora. O que lhe daria uma hora. De devaneio agudo como um crime.

Tengo que pagar el precio. El precio de quien tiene un pasado que sólo se renueva con pasión en el extraño presente. Cuando pienso en lo que ya he vivido me parece que he ido dejando mis cuerpos por el camino.

Qué hay después de la felicidad?

Do zero ao infinito vou caminhando sem parar. Mas ao mesmo tempo tudo é tão fugaz. Eu sempre fui e imediatamente não era mais.