Quotes About Journey

Just as a stag's antlers Are split into tines, So I must go willy-nilly Separated from my friend.

To talk casually About an iris flower Is one of the pleasures Of the wandering journey.

First winter rain – I plod on, Traveller, my name.

Still alive I am At the end of a long dream On my journey, Fall of an autumn day.

Não buscamos imitar os mestres, procuramos o que eles procuravam.

Sora and I were separated by the distance of a single night, but it was just the same as being separated by a thousand miles.

55. Yellow rose petals/thunder-/a waterfall 65. Butterfly-/Winds curve into white poppy. 67. First winter rain-/I plod on,/traveler my name. 75. Wake butterfly-/it's late, we've miles/to go together. 93. Peony-/the bee can't bear to part. 94. Has it returned,/the snow/we viewed together? 95. No moon, no flowers, no friend-/and he drinks sake, 96. Unknown spring-/plum blossom/behind the mirror. 136. Wintry day,/on my horse/a frozen shadow.

Higher than the lark I climbed into the air, Taking breath At the summit of a pass.

From five to six miles I walk every day In search of you, Cherry blossoms.

Every turn of the road brought me new thoughts and every sunrise gave me fresh emotions.

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the men of old; seek what they sought.

Seek not to follow in the footsteps of men of old; seek what they sought.

I come weary, In search of an inn— Ah! These wisteria flowers!

But when you read books you almost feel like you're out there in the world. Like you're going on this adventure right with the main character. At least, that's the way I do it. It's actually not that bad. Even if it is mad nerdy.

sometimes you find your path gets blocked, and you have to take a step back – back home, even – to move forward.

This isn't how I would have chosen my life to turn out at all, but maybe this is my way of fulfilling my life's purpose and trying to raise awareness for these rare diseases that really do actually need it.

The new Rob saw the restoration of his ability to run as a gift, a precious and fragile blessing that he wished to honor by racing not for respect or attention as before but for the inner journey, and by listening to his body and respecting rest, and also by investing himself in the trail running community.

To talk about memories is to live them a little.

When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You get no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes. Just as, she supposed, it is hard to have a sense of the vastness inside any one person. But once you sense that vastness, once something reveals it, hope emerges, whether you want it to or not, and it clings to you as stubbornly as lichen clings to rock.

Don't aim for perfection. Evolution, and life, only happen through mistakes.

You don't have to be an academic. You don't have to be anything. Don't force it. Feel your way, and don't stop feeling your way until something fits. Maybe nothing will. Maybe you are a road, not a destination. That is fine. Be a road. But make sure it's one with something to look at out of the window.

History was, is, a one-way street. You have to keep walking forwards, but you don't always need to look ahead. Sometimes you can just look around and be happy right where you are.

If we keep going in a straight line we'll get out of here. Walking one foot in front of the other, in the same direction, will always get you further than running around in circles. It's about the determination to keep walking forward.

It is not the length of life that matters. It's the depth. But while burrowing, keep the sun above you.