Quotes About Journey

It's a strange feeling not to know who you are exactly.

How about the adventures of Gloop and Angry Hamster in the Dimension of Fire?

Here we are, said Berthold, mopping his forehead with a Kleenex. A section of the paper remained trapped in the worry lines of his forehead, and fluttered there like a windsock in the air-conditioner blast.

Volg de bollen. - Turf

Opal Koboi. Ik wist wel dat er nog een psychotisch element aan dit reisje ontbrak. - Holly

She'd never been able to concentrate on one thing in her entire life. Maybe that was it. Life wasn't here to distract her now.

You are a little soul carrying a dead body, as Epictetus said.

For it is always true that to whatever point the perfecting of anything leads us, progress is an approach towards this point.

For making a good voyage a pilot and wind are necessary: and for happiness, reason and art.

It is not your concern by what means something returns to the Source from which it came.

that is where you will see true progress embodied, and find someone who has not wasted their time making the journey here from home.

This is the road that leads to liberty, the only road that delivers us from slavery: finally to be able to say, with meaning: Lead me, Zeus, lead me, Destiny, to the goal I was long ago assigned

Nu poÅ£i urma decât un singur drum odat?.Åži tot aÅŸa, nu poÅ£i str?bate decât un singur deÅŸert.

Our passionate preoccupation with the sun, the stars and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.

How much easier is self-sacrifice than self-realization?

Proselytizing is more a passionate search for something not yet found than a desire to bestow upon the world something we already have.

wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to temptation!

we all go through changes in search of self!

The path to love wasn't a smooth road. Love would show up while you were busy with another love, leaving you to decide.

We all give up part of ourselves to be with anyone. Relationships change our trajectories.

I'm the sum of all of my experiences. I'm the culmination of a series of events that have allowed me to arrive at this moment. Even, quite possibly, driven me to this moment. I have controlled some, but most have led me. There is no other identical to what I have become. None. I am me.

Má»™t cuá»™c s?ng gi?n d? ngày nay là cuá»™c phiêu lÆ°u d? th??ng nh?t.

And what are you thinking of doing now?' my helpmeet and companion in life's race asked me when we were back on the road.

In the great court, surrounded by broken-down droshkies and the skeletons of German motor-buses, we spread our sleeping-bags on the oily ground beside our vehicle. For the first time since leaving Istanbul we had achieved Hugh's ambition to sleep 'under the stars'.