Quotes About Journey

Alice: "Bana hangi yoldan gitmem gerektiÄŸini söyler misin? Kedi: Bu neyi istediÄŸine ve neye ulaÅŸmaya çal??t???na baÄŸl?. Alice: Åžey, bilmem ki... Kedi: O zaman hangi yoldan gittiÄŸin farketmez.

Por favor, podría decirme por dónde tengo que ir. - Eso depende en buena medida de adónde quieras llegar -dijo el Gato - No importa demasiado adónde... -dijo Alicia - Entonces no importa por dónde vayas.

Sino sabes a dónde vas, cualquier camino te llevará allí

Se quien era esta mañana cuando me levanté, pero creo que he debido cambiar varias veces desde entonces

I don't much care where-" "Then it doesn't matter which way you go," "so long as I get somewhere," "Oh, you're sure to do that, if you only walk long enough"/ "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."/ Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! The love-gift of a fairy-tale. ?Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass?

What matter it how far we go? his scaly friend replied.There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.

she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed;

Would you like an adventure now or shall we have tea first?

If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there.

MIDNIGHT SONG OF WU In Chang'an city is the disk of the moon, The sound of pounding clothes in ten thousand households. The autumn wind is blowing without cease, All the time I think of Yuguan pass. When will we pacify the pillaging Hu, So my husband can end his long journey?

The living is a passing traveller The dead, a man come home.

SEEING OFF A FRIEND Green hills above the northern wall, White water winding east of the city. On this spot our single act of parting, The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li. Drifting clouds echo the traveller's thoughts, The setting sun reflects my old friend's feelings. You wave your hand and set off from this place, Your horse whinnies as it leaves.

SENT TO DU FU BELOW SHAQUI CITY What is it that I've come to now? High before me: Shaqiu city. Beside the city, ancient trees; The sunset joins the autumn sounds. The Lu wine cannot make me drunk, Qi's songs cannot restore my feelings. My thoughts of you are like the Wen's waters, Mightily sent on their southern journey.

SEEING OFF MENF HAORAN FOR GUANLING AT YELLOW CRANE TOWER My old friend's said goodbye to the west, here at Yellow Crane Tower, In the third month's cloud of willow blossoms, he's going down to Yangzhou. The lonely sail is a distant shadow, on the edge of a blue emptiness, All I see is the Yangtze River flow to the far horizon.

And for a moment, I understand that I have friends on this lonely path; that sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.

There's a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops.

There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn't. I failed myself.

But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

Sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.

Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

We have traveled through space and time. We have been many places. Visited many worlds. And there is good news: the acoustics everywhere are terrific.

We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark...

A guy's gotta live, you know, gotta make his way and find his meaning in life and love, and to do that he needs coffee, he needs coffee and coffee and coffee.

Looking for truth makes a man hafta look at himself along the way.