Quotes About Journey

Creating art and writing novels and poems are simply different roads I have chosen in my search for truth.

I stroked your hair in a direction opposite to your journey

One old courtier, Jofuku by name, said that far away across the seas there was a country called Horaizan,

In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth reading.

Who knows who you are... A person is a novel: you don't know how it will end until the very last page. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth reading to the very end...

He plashed away, like paddles on water, toward the door, and every step he made returned to me gradually my feet, my hands, my fingers. My soul again spread equally throughout my body. I was able to breathe.

Ai bi?t ???c...Ng??i ta cÅ©ng gi?ng nhÆ° má»™t cu?n ti?u thuy?t: chÆ°a ??n trang cu?i thì chÆ°a bi?t k?t c?c s? ra sao. B?ng không thì Ä'âu Ä'áng ?? ??c...

Rüzgarla yerinden kopan bir yaprak sükunetle aÅŸa?? düÅŸer ama düÅŸerken döner, k?vr?l?r ve tan?d??? her dalla, her filizle, gövdeyle göz göze gelir... Yanlar?ndan geçtiÄŸim her kafaya, duvarlar?n saydam buzuna, bulutlara uzanan Ak?mtoplar Kulesi'yle iÅŸte öyle göz göze geldim.

A human being is like a novel: until the last page you don't know how it will end. Or it wouldn't be worth reading.

A person is like a novel: Up to the very last page you don't know how it's going to end. Otherwise, there'd be no point in reading.

A person is a novel: you don't know how it will end until the very last page. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth reading to the very end.

But how was I going to explain my whole being, this whole disease that I've been jotting down in these pages? So I shut up and went along peacefully. A leaf torn off a tree by a sudden gust of wind falls peacefully downward, but on the way it twists, catches at every twig, offshoot, branch that it knows. That is just how I caught at each silent spherical head, at the transparent ice of the walls, at the light blue needle of the Accumulator Tower as it thrust up into the clouds.

Wings are needed in order to fly, but we don't need to fly anywhere. We have arrived at the terminus. We have found what we wanted.

Who knows who you are . . . A person is a novel: you don't know how it will end until the very last page. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth reading to the very end

Kdoví… ÄŒlovÄ›k je jako román: do poslední stránky nevíÅ¡, jak skon?í. Jinak by ho ani nestálo za to ?íst…

Man is like a novel: up to the last page one does not know what the end will be. It would not be worth reading otherwise

Ä°nsan son sayfas?na kadar ne olaca?? bilinmeyen bir roman gibidir. BaÅŸka türlü olsayd? okunmaya deÄŸmezdi...

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't even be worth reading.

Israel is no longer a people that dwells alone, and has to join the global journey toward peace, reconciliation and international cooperation.

What a long way it is from one life to another, yet why write if not for that distance.

SOMETIMES YOU HEAR PEOPLE say so-and-so has lived well, and so-and-so has had a dull life. They are missing a key point when they say that. Any experience is experience, any life a life. A day in a cloister can be as dramatic and fatal as a day on a battlefield.

McGahern's voice came in: 'I am sure it is from those days that I take the belief that the best of life is life lived quietly, where nothing happens but our calm journey through the day, where change is imperceptible and the precious life is everything

we are solitary travelers, having crossed paths in the land of stories.