Quotes About Journey

When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us.

Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been to their feet as a doorstep Into a world unknown -- the cornerstone of a nation!

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

I know not how it is, but during a voyage I collect books as a ship does barnacles.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

Because sometimes, a man could do nothing about where he came from, he could only control where he went

Every step we take on earth brings us to a new world.

Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider?

Oh, what grief not to have grief, and to spend your life on the colorless grass of the undecided path!

In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow.

I have reached the end of my time, and have hardly come to the beginning of my task.

Here we are and there we go:---but where?

Just as I had formed a tolerable establishment my travels commenced, and on my return I find all to do over again; my former flock were all scattered; some married, not before it was needful.

El amor halla sus caminos, aunque sea a través de senderos por donde ni los lobos se atreverían a seguir a su presa." Lord Byron Rosas al anochecer

But he who seeks the flowers of truth Must quit the garden for the field

Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.

Humanity, let us say, is like people packed in an automobile which is traveling downhill without lights at terrific speed and driven by a four-year-old child. The signposts along the way are all marked 'Progress.

It's good to remember where you've been.

From the very first country I visited, I knew I was not on this trip just for sightseeing. I did enjoy all the new experiences, but I had a strange certainty that I was being guided toward something I could not yet see.

The journey is difficult, immerse. We will travel as far as we can, but we cannot in one lifetime see all that we would like to see or to learn all that we hunger to know.

Perhaps he knew, there in the grass by the waters, that he had before him an immense journey.

The venture into space is meaningless unless it coincides with a certain interior expansion, an ever-growing universe within, to correspond with the far flight of the galaxies our telescopes follow from without.

It bypasses Watt Lake and heads way up into the forest and mountains out the