Quotes About Journey

I know the place. It is true. Everything we do Corrects the space Between death and me And you.

Let's learn to live! Then there is no death, save the transition, when desired. Many live who have never died as yet.

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

It has always been this way. Death is followed by birth. To reach paradise, man must pass through inferno. - Bertrand Zobrist

What is found now is found then. If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.

Death is only a grim porter to let us into a stately palace.

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

Death is just where your suit falls off and now you're in your other suit. You can't see it on this level, but it's all right. Don't worry.

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

I am going to seek a great Perhaps.

To be born is to start the journey towards death.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

We toured that record for a year, which turned out to be the culmination of ten years of being constantly on the road. We were sick to death of touring.

The last act in the biography of the hero is that of the death or departure.

Someday death will take us to another star.

It seems as though, at the approach of a certain dark hour, the light of heaven infills those who are leaving the light of earth.

To reach perfection, we must all pass, one by one, through the death of self-effacement.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!

Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.

To the Christian death is the exchanging of a tent for a building.

For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread.