Quotes About Journey

Vuol dire che la felicità non esiste? Esiste quando tutto è ancora davanti a te, quando sei a poche centinaia di metri dal tuo obiettivo, quando sei ad un passo dalla meta. È proprio questo il momento di sentire la felicità

El amanecer se acerca con toda su luz de oro, después de caminar varios minutos contra el viento seco

Caminaba por un sendero solitario en una noche sin estrellas

Caminando por la playa, sus pies se hunden en la arena blanca, dejando sus huellas marcadas en la humedad; que una ola salada borra para siempre.

I let the fireflies lead the way, dancing just ahead of me, sparkling as I passed and then dimming to nothing.

A writer needs four things to achieve greatness, Pasquale: desire, disappointment, and the sea." "That's only three." Alvis finished his wine. "You have to do disappointment twice.

And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

There is no royal path to good writing; and such paths as do exist do not lead through neat critical gardens, various as they are, but through the jungles of self, the world, and of craft.

I will tell you it simply: he felt he was falling. He felt he fell through a succession of wells, of holes, of chasms, and that I was there at windows, and we would be together for a moment as he fell by. Then I would rush to the next window , down and down, and he would fall past, and I would see him again.

Forgetting is the precious balm that helps us to travel on, past the depredations of memory.

Somehow we are all seeking some appropriate burden. Until we find it we are horribly shackled, can in fact scarcely live.

Just in case the letter doesn't get all the way to you, I gave it some wings so it could fly the rest of the way.

One cultivates one's life, one's friends, one's means, one's hopes. One goes from place to place, from triumph to triumph, in search of ambition and ambition's remedy as though in flight across some imagined map, the subject of a conversation in a comfortable English room.

We are all doomed to seek our own happiness; we can't help ourselves. We are all, the cruel and the gentle alike, condemned to seeking that happiness in the dark. We use our need as the blind use a walking stick, to determine the safety of every forward step.

Books are the compasses and telescopes and sextants and charts which other men have prepared to help us navigate the dangerous seas of human life.

As for Cash and me, it's a never-ending, ever-evolving process--I believe that's known as "marriage".

I walked and walked, sometimes with an objective- a friend's house, a shop, the church or school- but mostly at random, to outrun oppression.

And there is hope on the road. It's a by-product of forward momentum. A sense of opportunity, as wide as the country itself. A bone-deep conviction that something better will come.

roughly the same interior length as the covered wagon that carried Linda's own great-great-great-grandmother across the country more than a century ago.

And there is hope on the road. It's a by-product of forward momentum. A sense of opportunity, as wide as the country itself.

We're almost there, Oliver said. Once again Petunia was so startled that she tripped and would have fallen is Oliver hadn't caught her around the waist and pulled her upright. "You must have been far away," he said laughing.

Love? ... It's at the heart of every story.

As they traveled the sun and moon dipped in the sky and then rose again, moving around them in a stately dance. In the summer months, at the top of the world, neither sank below the horizon. The sky was both dark and light, the sun a tiny pale ball and the moon a long thin crescent, lying on its back like a bowl. Then, for a time, the sun was directly below the moon, looking insignificant and weak.

If it's easter than east and wester than west, it must be north.