Quotes About Journey

They weren't real travelers: they left in order to return. And they were relieved when they got back, with a sense of having fulfilled an obligation.

to someone from nowhere, every movement turns into a return

Someday he would write his memoirs, when his adventures had arranged themselves into a suitably attractive package.

In reality, movement doesn't exist. Like the turtle in Zeno's paradox, we're heading nowhere, if anything we're simply wandering into the interior of a moment, and there is no end, nor any destination.

They weren't real travelers: they left in order to return.

The clouds were so low that one could hook onto them and let oneself be carried away to a distant land, to the south, to warmer climes. There one could jump down straight into the olive groves, or at least the vineyards in Moravia, where delicious green wine is made.

In the beginning, long ago, he fled his country, one of those bland, flat communist lands, and as a young immigrant got hired to work on a whaling ship. At that time, he had only a few English words under his belt, intermittent pinpoints between "yes" and "no," just exactly enough to answer the simple grunts the guys on the ship would exchange among themselves.

leven, het is een vreemd leven als men 's ochtends terugkeert naar wat men 's avonds heeft achtergelaten

The flight attendants, beautiful as angels, check to make sure we're fit to travel, and then, with a benevolent motion of the hand, permit us to plunge on into the soft, carpet-lined curves of the tunnel that will lead us aboard our plane and onto a chilly aerial road to new worlds. That smile of theirs hold - or so it strikes us - a kind of promise that perhaps we will be born anew now, this time in the right time and the right place.

In her family they used to say that you always had to sit for a minute before heading off on any kind of trip—an old provincial Polish habit—

Whenever I set off on any sort of journey I fall off the radar. No one knows where I am. At the point I departed from? Or at the point I'm headed to? Can there be an in-between?

the vastness of these contents cannot be traversed from word to word- you have to step in between the words, into the unfathomable abysses between ideas. With every step we'll slip and fall.

It did take Odysseus twenty years." "That doesn't matter," the professor replied merrily. "In today's day and age you could do it in two weeks.

The world is quite a perilous pilgrimage for those who sigh after eternity,

Whenever I set off on any sort of journey I fall off the radar. No one knows where I am.

Am I like that lost day when you fly east, and that regained night that comes from going west?

In their heads they perform mute examinations of conscience: Do they have everything, passport, ticket, and papers, have they exchanged money. And where is it they're going. And what for.

She goes, for example, to Chistye Prudy, changes from Sokolnicheskaya to Kaluzhsko-Rizhskaya, and goes to Medvedkovo and then back to the other side of the city.

The clouds were so low that one could hook onto them and let oneself be carried away to a distant land, to the south, to warmer climes.

On the path to truth, at every step, you set your foot down on your own heart.

A man never goes so far as when he does not know whither he is going.

A man never goes so far as when he does not know wither he is going.

Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.