Quotes About Journey

After thousands of nights under those same stars, he woke up as many thousands of mornings under that same sun and trudged for as many thousands of days under the same sky, always feeling out of place.

From the foot, Hercules.

Mein Vater, sagte Georg, hat das Fahrrad zum Bahnhof mitgenommen, damit er auf dem Hinweg nicht so nahe neben mir gehen muss und auf dem Rückweg nicht an seinen Händen spürt, dass er allein nach Hause geht.

A gente sai para dar uma caminhada e o mundo se abre. E antes que a gente tenha conseguido esticar bem as pernas, mais uma vez ele se fecha. Daqui até ali é só um liga-e-desliga de uma lanterna, e chamam isso de vida. Nem vale a pena calçar os sapatos.

Dos campos a aldeia parece um amontoado de casas entre as colinas, cuja planta só pode ser reconhecida através das cores. Tudo parece próximo, e quando nos aproximamos não chegamos lá. Eu nunca entendi essas distâncias. Eu sempre estava atrás dos caminhos, tudo corria à minha frente. Eu só tinha a poeira na face. E em lugar nenhum havia um fim.

The dawn speeds a man on his journey, and speeds him too in his work.

Nguy?n v?ng c?a anh là gì?" "?i d??i ánh m?t tr?i. "Kirihara, cu?c s?ng c?a anh ch?ng có quy t?c v?y sao?" "Cu?c ??i anh c? nh? là ?i trong ?êm tr?ng v?y.

She had a distressing sense of life's rushing by before she had a chance to fully make up her mind in which direction she wanted to go.

We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.

I have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.

From quiet homes and first beginning, Out to the undiscovered ends, There's nothing worth the wear of winning, But laughter and the love of friends.

I have wandered all my life, and I have traveled; the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.

Steep are the seas and savaging and cold In broken waters terrible to try; And vast against the winter night the wold, And harbourless for any sail to lie. But you shall lead me to the lights, and I Shall hymn you in a harbour story told. This is the faith that I have held and hold, And this is that in which I mean to die.

pointing towards the doorway.

REGARDE ST. CHRISTOPHE ET VA-T-EN RASSURÉ. "Behold Saint Christopher and go on in safety,

Now, sensing that he has less than a week to live, he must pick up his images from where he has left them, walking his own inner terrain. . . He must traverse his whole life, waking and sleeping: you cannot leave your memories alone in this world, for other men to own.

Todos os rios correm para o mar, e o mar não se enche.

Call no man happy. Call no man happy until he has gone down to his grave in peace.

Every journey ends; terminates, at some pier, some mist-shrouded wharf, where torches are waiting.

The dead wander the lanes of the next life like strangers lost in Venice.

History is not the past - it is the method we have evolved to organize our ignorance of the past. It is the record of what's left on the record... It is no more 'the past' than a birth certificate is a birth, or a script is a performance, or a map is a journey.

Were you ever at the cathedral in Chartres? You walk the labyrinth," he says, "set into the pavement, and it seems there is no sense in it. But if you follow it faithfully it leads you straight to the center. Straight to where you should be.

For I chase but one hind, he says, one strange deer timid and wild, and she leads me off the paths that other men have trod, and by myself into the depths of the wood.

A weak sun blinked at them as they crossed into Hertfordshire, and here and there a ragged blackthorn blossomed, waving at him a petition against the length of winter.