Quotes About Journey

We are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

The untented Kosmos my abode,I pass, a willful stranger;My mistress still the open roadAnd the bright eyes of danger.

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,Nor a friend to know me;All I ask, the heaven aboveAnd the road below me.

We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march.

We were still on the whale road, in the wind that keened and thrummed the ropes.

Strange how we had longed for the feel and smell of land when afloat and now longed for the touch of ship and spray now that we were ashore. No

The twinkling steel above me is a star; I am a fallen Christmas tree. Our car Races through seven red-lights—then the road Is unpatrolled and empty, and a load Of ply-wood with a tail-light makes us slow. I turn and whisper in her ear. You know I want to leave my mother and my wife, You wouldn't have me tied to them for life Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Time runs, the windshield runs with stars.

houses wall the path

This is the departure strip, the dream-road. Whoever built it left numbers, words and arrows. He had to leave in a hurry.

They fly by like a train window:

Who can help us from our nothing to the all, we aging downstream faster than a scepter can check?

I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?

Hands of time move us forward, never back. Only memories frozen in mind, can we reenact.

The only Zen you can find on the tops of mountains is the Zen you bring up there.

To live for some future goal is shallow. It's the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.

It is a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away. Puzzling.

To live only for some future goal is shallow. It's the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.

You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge.

To live only for some future goal is shallow. It's the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.

The only Zen you find on tops of mountains is the Zen you bring there.