Quotes About Journey

Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.

Your mountain is waiting. So Ã¢â'¬Â¦ get on your way!

Fall in love more often.Love the journey, not just the result-Camryn Manheim

In the light of eternity, is it better to sell out and ride or stand up and walk?

You're pretty sure we're going to Yuma.

To live entirely without a goal! I have glimpsed this state, and have often attained it, without managing to remain there: I am too weak for such happiness.

When they got back into the carriage they felt greater strangers than before.

On a pitch black, starless night, a solitary man was trudging along the main road from Marchiennes to Montsou, ten kilometres of cobblestones running straight as a die across the bare plain between fields of beet.

The train ran on without a driver, on and on, like some mindless, unseeing beast...

And they wandered side by side, each talking at the top of his voice, for his own benefit, as the stars grew paler and paler in the morning sky. (51)

May the joy we once felt in this place accompany you wherever you've gone.

Emily Brightwell

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

Yet, these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted: Then, journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

To shut your eyes is to travel.

I must go in. The fog is rising.

Till I loved I never lived.

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

I stepped from Plank to Plank So slow and cautiously The Stars about my Head I felt, About my Feet the Sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch — This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.

Le monde est oval. On apprend l'eau par la soif, et la terre par le voyage en mer; la passion par les affres, et la paix par les récits de guerre; l'amour par la mort, et les oiseaux par l'hiver.