Quotes About Journey

Don't regret anything you do cause in the end it makes you who you are. We are all unique.

When your heart is open and you are being true to yourself, you are able to enjoy every step of your unique journey.

Your habits will determine your quality of life. Your standards of life is comparable to none when you're Unique, Practical and Pristine, wear your crown to celebrate your Journey of Life.

Maybe things aren't meant to be forever. We live.. Then we die. And what we do in the middle, makes us who we are.

The greatest challenge in life is to discover who you are and the second greatest challenge is being happy, what you have.

Never forget who you are. Only you can satisfy your needs and lead your life. Never lose sight of your humanity with all it's frailties. Be strong and never be led, instead be the leader of your own personal journey.

Lo que yo quería era mi madre, decirle adiós, y ya había ido muy lejos por aquel camino que llevaba a la realización de mi deseo para poder volverme atrás.

Or chaque jour était pour moi un pays différent.

We do not know where to find what we seek; and often we avoid for a long time the very place to which others, for other reasons, invite us, not knowing that it is the very spot where we could meet the one who is in our thoughts.

On ne reçoit pas la sagesse, il faut la découvrir soi-même après un trajet que personne ne peut faire pour nous, ne peut nous épargner.

A philosopher who was not sufficiently modern for her, Leibniz, has said that the journey from the intellect to the heart is a long one.

the best way to gain time is to change one's place of residence. My

Her presence in our household was the country air and the social life of a farm of fifty years ago transported into our midst by a kind of inverse journey in which the holiday destination travels toward the traveler.

like an entirely cloudless sky when one is going mountaineering...

Il y a des jours montueux et malaisés qu'on met un temps infini à gravir et des jours en pente qui se laissent descendre à fond de train en chantant.

recalling our life in the old days at Combray with my great-aunt, at Balbec, Paris, Doncières, Venice, and the rest;

the sources of great events are like those of rivers, in vain do we explore the earth's surface, we can never find them.

That purpose allows the chain of spent days to slip away, holding on only to the very end of it, often of a quite different metal from the links that have vanished in the night, and in the journey which we make through life, counts as real only in the place in which we at any given moment are.

But the mistake she made was only an extreme and desiccated instance of the countless mistakes, more trivial, more pointed, unintentional, or deliberate, that accompany our names on the particular index card the world allots us.

je cherche encore mon chemin, je tourne une rue… mais… c'est dans mon cœur…

It is plain that the object of my quest, the truth, lies not in the cup but in myself.

Our parallel lives resemble paths bordered at intervals by flower-vases placed symmetrically but not facing each other.

To reach the end of a day, natures that are slightly nervous, as mine was, make use, like motor-cars, of different 'speeds.' There are mountainous, uncomfortable days, up which one takes an infinite time to pass, and days downward sloping, through which one can go at full tilt, singing as one goes.

corps astral à Golo.