Quotes About Journey

I shall set forth for somewhere,I shall make the reckless choiceSome say when they are in voiceAnd tossing so as to scareThe white clouds over them on,I shall have less to say,But I shall be gone.

You're searching... For things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings — there are no such things. There are only middles.

My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse near.

The only way round is through.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleepAnd miles to go before I sleep.

You're searching, Joe, for things that don't exist I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings-there are no such things.

These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

Custom meets us at the cradle and leaves us only at the tomb.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name…

It's like you're traveling in a different direction to the rest of us.

It's like a maze. Moment I start thinking I'm getting somewhere, I turn a corner and come up against a dead end. Or find myself back where I started.

Strike set out for his office beneath a sky of dirty silver,

Nothing eaten on a car journey counts, any competent dietician will tell you that.

that a fit woman might make the journey on foot

How life goes in bad directions when your heart is asleep.

She had been adept at the beginning and the end of things, and now she saw that whatever pleasures life had to offer lay in the middle. She could find some peace there.

When you're young, and you head out to wonderful, everything is fresh and bright as a brand- new penny, but before you get to wonderful you're going to have to pass through all right. And when you get to all right, stop and take a good, long look, because that may be as far as you're ever going to go.

He walked home, completely at peace. He knew now he would go on doing the things he was doing -- going to work, buying up land he didn't understand, seeing Sylvan Glass for reasons he couldn't help. But he also knew it would all be fine, whatever happened. He knew it was the right thing to do. He was in the place he was meant to be. He was home, finally, at the happy and complete end of his long and troubled road. He was home.

It was the middles that gave her pause. This, for all its forward momentum, this was a middle. The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other.

The destination of the journey could not be altered, only the manner in which one approached it - whether one chose to walk erect or to be dragged complaining through the dust.

Some people live their entire life not knowing who they are, others live their life thinking they are something they are not. Only a luck few are blessed enough to find themselves in someone else.

However far back you go you will find all experiences linked by slender threads.

Art is, after all, only a trace – like a footprint which shows that one has walked bravely and in great happiness.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.