Quotes About Journey

Patrick Rothfuss

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No sabía con certeza de qué huía, a menos que fuera de la gente.

Patrick Rothfuss

man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.

The old man was going from nowhere to nowhere. He had no hat for his head and no pack for his back. He had not a penny or a purse to put it in. He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

stories were told here, but they happened somewhere else.

Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre.

true stories seldom take the straightest way.

Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to.

He had learned to extend the journey from his mental notion of a scent to the finished perfume by way of writing down the formula.

El grito derrumbó las paredes,…, salió del corazón, cruzó tumbas, pantanos y desiertos, pasó a gran velocidad por el paisaje nocturno de su alma, como un voraz incendio,… e irrumpió en el mundo, resonando mucho más allá de la altiplanicie… Si el grito no hubiese rasgado la niebla, se habría asfixiado así mismo: una muerte espantosa.

KiÅŸiyi oraya götüren yol nice yan?lmalardan, rastlant?lardan, hayal k?r?kl?klar?ndan geçiyor.

Aunque no contaba todavía treinta años, madame Gaillard ya tenía la vida a sus espaldas.

Tired with the Labour of Far Travel We Have Come unto Our Own Home O

A bartender named Murphy once told me to be careful when I hit the road because sometimes the road hits back. He was right.

Two people do not lose themselves at the identical moment, or else they might find each other, and be saved. It is not as simple as that.

There are still days I need a hand-up from another journeyer. And there are still days I want to hide, since every season of life brings its set of threats, yet because of God's mercy and grace, I press on.

Every exit is an entrance to someplace else.

No one expected me. Everything awaited me.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

We went our separate ways, but within walking distance of one another.

Paths that cross will cross again.

We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world.