Quotes About Journey

Go get your bus, square boy.

We went through an unmarked door and along a sterile tile corridor and through another unmarked door and then we were in the Blue Corridor and then the Blue Room.

She told herself it was the dry night wind and lashing hair, the way her eyes filled when her lonely race finished, but it was always the same whether the air was dry or not, whether her hair was down or up, so she knew. For those few minutes running across the city, she could be and was herself, purely and truly herself, finding herself in those moments only to lose herself once more when she slowed, falling behind as her true self ran free somewhere ahead in the empty night—

With one change of buses I am in Split in under two and a half hours

The past is always the highest peak, and the hardest to scale. But when you finally pull yourself to the top and peer over the edge, there's nothing before you but the rest of your life.

Fear not the path of Truth for the lack of People walking on it.

Day before yesterday I saw a rabbit, and yesterday a deer, and today, you.

It hurts to be lost. You go native because it's better to be wrong than to be lost.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

Come over the hills and far with me And be my love in the rain.

Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.

El bosque es hermoso, oscuro y profundo. Pero tengo promesas que cumplir, y millas que recorrer antes de dormir. Y millas que recorrer antes de dormir.

Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.

For I have promises to keep; and miles to go before I sleep.

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.

So I took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference.

En un bosque se bifurcaron dos caminos, y yo... Yo tomé el menos transitado. Esto marcó toda la diferencia.

The line storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day,...

He moves in darkness as it seems to me Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

They are that that talks of going But never gets away.

Di hutan, kulihat dua cabang jalan terbentang. Kuambil yang jarang dilalui orang. Dan itulah yang membuat segala perbedaan

I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that had made all the difference.