Quotes About Journey

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself, 'T is that I cannot say; I only sigh,—no vehicle Bears me along that way.

Solo busco una vida que dejé, ¿sigue ahí todavía?»

Dove tu sei, quella è casa.

Dying is a wild night and a new road

No hay mejor fragata que un libro para llevarnos a tierras lejanas.

None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball...

Part Four: Time and Eternity CXIV I SING to use the waiting, My bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching, 5 We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.

Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

Hace unos cuantos días perdí un mundo, ¿no lo ha encontrado nadie? Lo reconoceréis por una sarta de estrellas que le ciñen la cabeza.

Pour voyager loin, il n'y a pas de meilleur navire qu'un livre.

I sing to use the Waiting My bonnet but to tie, And close the door unto my house No more to do have I 'Till his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sung To keep the dark away.

Each life converges to some centre expressed or still . . .

As if the chart were given.

I am out with lanterns looking for myself

There is no frigate like a book.

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul –

Solo busco una vida que dejé, ¿sigue ahí todavía?

I GAINED it so, By climbing slow, By catching at the twigs that grow Between the bliss and me.

To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term.

Être pour soi une aventure, Tel est le destin de l'âme, Suivie d'un seul lévrier : Sa propre identité.

Ma Rivière coule vers Toi - Mer bleue - Veux-tu m'accueillir ? Ma Rivière attend une réponse. Ô Mer - montre-toi bienveillante ! J'irai te chercher des Ruisseaux Dans des vallons diaprés - Allez Mer - tu me prends ?

Poiché non potevo fermarmi per la Morte, lei gentilmente si fermò per me. La carrozza non portava che noi due, e l'immortalità.

There is no frigate like a book, to take us lands away.

XVI: A BOOK. There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!