Quotes About Journey

Zaman?n iki yüzü var, dedi kendi kendine Hayyam, iki boyutu; uzunluÄŸunu güneÅŸin seyri belirliyor, kal?nl???n? ise tutkular.

Soy hijo del camino, caravana es mi patria y mi vida la más inesperada travesía

So sind meine Berge nun mal: vereinen Heimatverbundenheit und Fernweh, sind Ort der Zuflucht und der Durchreise, ein Land, in dem Milch und Honig fließt, aber auch Blut. Weder Paradies noch Hölle. Fegefeuer.

Some women's arms are places of exile; others are a native land.

Hayat kendi yolunu çizer hep; yata??ndan edilince hemen bir yenisini kazan nehirler misali.

Dans la marche du temps, il y aura toujours, où que tu te places, un avant et un après, des choses qui seront derrière toi, et d'autres qui seront à l'horizon, et qui ne viendront à toi que lentement, jour après jour. Tu ne peux jamais tout embrasser d'un même regard. À moins que tu ne sois Dieu...

Ce n'est ni une page blanche ni une page achevée, c'est une page entrain de s'écrire.

Bu halde hiçbir ÅŸeyim önemi kalmaz ve zaten ölümüm de yoldan olmaz.

Nous, les âmes nomades, avons le culte des vestiges et du pèlerinage. Nous ne bâtissons rien de durable, mais nous laissons des traces. Et quelques bruits qui s'attardent.

Moi je ne suis allé nulle part, c'est le pays qui est parti.

Hayat, b?k?lacak kadar uzun de?il.

At every stage of the journey you arrive somewhere and with every step you can discover a hidden facet of our planet.

Il y a des bras de femmes qui sont des lieux d'exil, et d'autres qui sont la terre natale

Some women's arms are placed of exile; others are a native land.

you do not arrive only at your destination. At every stage of the journey you arrive somewhere and with every step you can discover a hidden facet of our planet. All you have to do is look, wish, believe and love.

I am the son of the road , my country is a caravan and my life is the most unexpected of voyages. i belong to earth and to the god and it is to them that I will one day soon return

The artist Paul Klee described drawing a picture as taking a line for a walk. I have borrowed his words to explain my approach to writing; when I write a novel it is like I am taking a thought for a walk.

I have been a lot of places in my time, and done a lot of things. And there is a sense of Prodigal about my life that begs to be resolved. But one truth anyone reading these pieces ought to get is the sense of movement--the struggle, in myself, to understand where and who I am, and to move with that understanding.

It seems my life plagues a few people. They want to "know" how I got wherever they perceive I am. Why I would leave where they "thought" I was in the first place. But was I ever there, where they thunk? And where was they?

God, Beauty and Truth are synonymous. Take any one of the three paths and you will reach the goal.

We come from nothing & return to nothing, but in between we're supposed to lead lives of grace and courage?

One's life should be sufficiently interesting to furnish entertainment in the record.

When we traveled for two and half days, we reached the Deads' road from which dead babies drove us, and when we reached there, we could not travel on it because of fearful dead babies, etc. which were still on it.

Every day is an up-and-down. (Roller-coaster ride makes it sound thrilling; it is not thrilling. The ups and the downs both hurt, it's a mistake to scream, and nothing moves quickly.)