Quotes About Journey

Envìo tu alma a la Tribu de las Estrellas.

Faith is raising the sail of our little boat until it is caught up in the soft winds above and picks up speed, not from anything within itself, but from the vast resources of the universe around us.

a lo largo de toda la juventud te estuve buscando sin saber lo que estaba buscando

I [Death] was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.

Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

it's a long lane that has no turning.

Whether to play, or to ride Those winds that clamour of approaching night.

The center that I cannot find is known to my unconscious mind.

Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.

The Three Wiseman: The weather has been awful, The countryside is dreary, Marsh, jungle, rock; and echoes mock, Calling our hope unlawful; But a silly song can help along Yours ever and sincerely: At least we know for certain that we are three old sinners, that this journey is much too long, that we want our dinners, and miss our wives, our books, our dogs, but have only the vaguest idea why we are what we are. To discover how to be human now Is the reason we follow this star.

Human "nature" is a nature continually in quest of itself, obliged at every moment to transcend what it was a moment before.

Here am I, Here are you: but what does it mean? What are we going to do?

Perhaps crossing the barriers of time has freed me.

Serenity is a very elusive quality. I've been trying all my life to find it.

In my youth I believed in somewhere else I put my faith in travel now I am becoming my own tree

On the door it says what to do to survive But we were not born to survive Only to live

As those who are gone now keep wandering through our words sounds of paper following them at untold distances so I wake again in the old house where at times I have believed that I was waiting for myself and many years have gone taking with them the semblance of youth reason after reason ranges of blue hills who did I think was missing those days neither here nor there my own dog waiting to be known

Traveling Together" If we are separated, I will try to wait for you on your side of things your side of the wall and the water and of the light moving at its own speed even on leaves that we have seen I will wait on one side while a side is there

The sun sets in the cold without friends Without reproaches after all it has done for us It goes down believing in nothing When it has gone I hear the stream running after it It has brought its flute it is a long way

now there is only the river that was always on its own way

What I thought I had left I kept finding again but when I went looking for what I thought I remembered as anyone could have foretold it was not there when I went away looking for what I had to do I found that I was living where I was a stranger but when I retraced my steps the familiar vision

Through all of youth I was looking for you without knowing what I was looking for

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.