Quotes About Journey

What matters is to leave what has always been, and look for what has never been yet. I had had riches and marriage and a child, and I had nothing. Nothing is not enough for any man. The only answer is to abandon that nothing, and go in search of something. A different kind of treasure, perhaps. A different kind of salvation. Perhaps not salvation at all, only the loss of oneself.

The disease of mortality is in us from the womb, from the day of our birth we are on the way to our death.

The disease of mortality is in us from the womb, from the day of our birth we are on the way to our death. What matters is how we conduct the journey.

Anchors aweigh, my boys,Anchors aweigh!Farewell to college joys,We sail at break of day.

Punctul final al c?l?toriei lor era un castel în apropierea c?rora se aflau ele?tee. Au ajuns la aceste ele?tee într-o minunat? dup?-amiaz? de var? târzie. Cerul era atât de albastru încât Gottfried nu s-a jenat s?-i spun? tat?lui: "Uite ce albastru e cerul aici".

the tenth of May, 1916, and they were standing at last on the island from which they had sailed 522 days before.

By the time they reached the boat her rudder had already been torn off.

What appeared to be a small cave had been sighted about 30 yards off to the left

strange shape appeared, moving deliberately across a nearby section of their old floe.

The Endurance sailed from Plymouth five days later. She set a course for Buenos Aires

He had originally hoped to use this place only as a stopover to replenish their water and to obtain a few days' rest

By land it was a scant 29 miles in a straight line.

She was a barkentine—three masts

in the three-quarters of a century that men had been coming to South Georgia

of which the forward one was square-rigged

while the after two carried fore-and-aft sails, like a schooner.

Shackleton said he would make the journey with Worsley and Crean as soon as it seemed feasible.

wave-tossed cockleshells, and, finally, we've

also be 6 miles closer to Stromness Bay on the opposite side of the island where the whaling stations were situated.

It was an utterly carefree journey as the Caird drove smartly across the sparkling water.

It was one-thirty in the afternoon when the crews scrambled on board each boat;

The sledge astern of the Dudley Docker continually got hung up on bits of ice

By two-thirty, the Caird was a little more than 3 miles off the coast

Yet now that the journey was done, sanctuary was ironically denied them.