Quotes About Journey

All books are escapism. They are life with the boring bits cut out.

I like structure - like driving: go past the school on the street, stay on the right side, no hitting the car, go in right, you'll see a big church, stop and take a left, and you'll have it. By doing this I'm giving a structure of life, a path of light, and showing what happens between me and me, which is something very beautiful.

First find, then search.

Life is a horizontal fall.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.

Living is a horizontal fall.

The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms

Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book.

There are but three events in a man's life: birth, life and death. He is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.

They that have lived a single day have lived an age.

There is no road of flowers leading to glory

No está cubierto de flores el camino a la gloria

Pe bun? dreptate se spunea c? ideile î?i croise drum printre oameni.

I walk with Rafe to the End of the Rainbow. With his wild ginger hair and beard flattened by the rain, he looks like a wet haystack. He catches me grinning at him. "Well, you don't look like any GQ guy yourself," he says, and then we're laughing like maniacs while the rain pours down on us.

Il ne savait pas encore que tout événement de notre vie n'a d'importance que la résonance qu'il trouve en nous, que le degré qu'il nous fait franchir vers l'ascétisme

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

Si on pouvait seulement aller jusqu'au saule !

Si on pouvait seulement aller jusqu'au premier peuplier ! Le voilà ; puis le deuxième, le troisième !

That road, as it turned out, would be even lonelier than she had reason to fear.

always on the edge of some beautiful redemption.

When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. He