Quotes About Journey

Aquella mañana en Dorotea sentí que no había bien que no pudiera esperar de la vida. En los años siguientes mis ojos volvieron a contemplar las extensiones del desierto y las rutas de las caravanas; pero ahora sé que éste es solo uno de los tantos caminos que se me abrían aquella mañana en Dorotea. ( Ciudad: Dorotea)

I can be sure that even in this tiny, insignificant episode there is implicit everything I have ever experienced, all the past, the multiple past I have tried in vain to leave behind me, the lives that in the end are soldered into an overall life, which continues even in this place from which I have decided I must not move…

Viajas para reviver o teu passado? - era agora a pergunta do Kan, que também podia ser formulada assim: - Viajas para achar o teu futuro? E a resposta de Marco: - O algures é um espelho em negativo. O viajante reconhece o pouco que é seu, descobrindo o muito que não teve nem terá.

La città per chi passa senza entrarci è una, e un'altra per chi ne è preso e non ne esce; una è la città in cui s'arriva la prima volta, un'altra quella che si lascia per non tornare; ognuna merita un nome diverso.

Your footsteps follow not what is outside the eyes, but what is within, buried, erased.

La ciudad, para el que pasa sin entrar, es una, y otra para el que está preso de ella y no sale; una es la ciudad a la que se llega la primera vez, otra la que se deja para no volver; cada una merece un nombre diferente; quizá de Irene he hablado ya bajo otros nombres; quizá no he hablado sino de Irene.

Opening a path for yourself, with a sword's blade, in the barrier of pages becomes linked with the thought of how much the word contains and conceals: you cut your way through reading as if through a dense forest.

By now, from that real or hypothetical past of his, he is excluded; he cannot stop; he must go on to another city, where another of his pasts awaits him, or something perhaps that had been a possible future of his and is now someone else's present.

the more one was lost in unfamiliar quarters of distant cities, the more one understood the other cities he had crossed to arrive there;

Volare è il contrario del viaggio: attraversi una discontinuità dello spazio, sparisci nel vuoto, accetti di non essere in nessun luogo per una durata che è anch'essa una specie di vuoto nel tempo; poi riappari, in un luogo e in un momento senza rapporto col dove e col quando in cui eri sparito.

Cada ciudad recibe su forma del desierto al que se opone; y así ven el camellero y el marinero a Despina, ciudad fronteriza entre dos desiertos.

Ma ogni momento della mia vita porta con sé un'accumulazione di fatti nuovi e ognuno di questi fatti nuovi porta con sé le sue conseguenze, cosicché più cerco di tornare al momento zero da cui sono partito più me ne allontano.

For awhile now, everything has been going wrong for me; it seems to me that in the world there now exists only stories that remain suspended or get lost along the way.

Similar stories are numerous and there are many variants, but none is that story. Can I have dreamed it? And yet I know I will have no peace until I have found it and find out how it ends.

I would like to swim against the stream of time: I would like to erase the consequences of certain events and restore an initial condition. But every moment of my life brings with it an accumulation of new facts, and each of these new facts brings with it its consequences; so the more I seek to return to the zero moment from which I set out, the further I move away from it.

I won't tell you at length about the puzzled peregrinations of our aircraft, whose route kept bouncing from one control tower to another,

A vida assemelha-se um pouco a uma enfermidade: também procede por crises e por depressões. A diferença entre as outras doenças é que a vida é sempre mortal.

Although I was the one cast out alone onto a transcontinental bus, home was running away from me

There are no big stories left, just paths through the clutter and the inevitable soft landing.

Your past constructs your present and future, thereby making you a three-dimensional human being.

The way I must enter leads through darkness to darkness- O moon above the mountain's rim, please shine a little further on my path,

Perhaps, if I make a friend of the mountain cuckoo in this world, he will talk to me when we cross the mountain of death

Paul admitted to knowing fear, but it never stopped him. "I came to you in weakness and fear, and with much trembling," he reported in 1 Corinthians 2:3, but the verb is came. He did not stay home out of fear for the journey.

At this moment, or any moment, we're only a cross-section of our real selves. What we really are is the whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come to the end of this life, all those selves, all our time, will be us—the real you, the real me. And then perhaps we'll find ourselves in another time, which is only a kind of dream.