Quotes About Journey

I'm with you in Rockland in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night.

You too must seek the sun...

The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn.

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes

Where are we going, Walt Whitman?

who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity, who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes

Truth is, I didn't really tell him anything much anymore. Richard had gone off into the forest o his own journey to self-discovery, as people do at our age, but he forgot to drop a trail of crumbs for me to follow him. I had no clue where he was and I'd stopped trying to find out, mainly because he didn't seem to notice or care at I wasn't looking anymore. Too much of the time, I felt like a single parent.

Becoming a parent was like trying to build a boat while you were at sea.

Pain, you must be everything for me. Let me find in you all those foreign lands you will not let me visit.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance.

Salvatore had always thought that if he lived his life correctly, happiness would come. And maybe that was where he'd fucked up. He'd spent his life scared that he'd take a step wrong. Now he saw: the happiness was the barreling forward

Philosophy - A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing.

All that day he travelled, laying his course by the rounding sun. The forest seemed interminable; nowhere did he discover a break in it, not even a woodman's road. He had not known that he lived in so wild a region. There was something uncanny in the revelation.

He thought he was walking along a dusty road that showed white in the gathering darkness of a summer night. Whence and whither it led, and why he traveled it, he did not know, though all seemed simple and natural, as is the way in dreams; for in the Land Beyond the Bed surprises cease from troubling and the judgment is at rest.

Good stranger, I continued, I am ill and lost. Direct me, I beseech you, to Carcosa

BRIDE, n. A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her.

As we run, we become.

I had spent my whole life trying not to be like my mother. I had taken the opposite path and hurried along it, all the time looking over my shoulder instead of ahead, so that I failed to see how the path curved back again in the same direction.

Mathematics is not a careful march down a well cleared highway, but a journey into a strange wilderness, where the explorers often get lost.

an instance when Fate had conspired with Nature to give them a sign that theirs was no ordinary journey.

Sometimes a difficult journey does not deliver its full benefit until long after one returns. The trials are brief, but the wisdom gained lasts a lifetime!

Ningún camino digno de recorrer es fácil —repuso el padre Yarvi—. Cada uno de vosotros tiene puntos fuertes de los que el otro carece, puntos débiles que el otro compensa. Es algo hermoso, y muy excepcional, encontrar a alguien que… —Miró con gravedad las ramas que se movían sobre ellos, como si pensara en algo muy distante y doloroso—. Que te complete.

If you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but

La mejor pradera es la que siempre se encuentra al otro lado del horizonte. El agua más dulce, la del siguiente río. El cielo más azul, el que siempre ves encima de otra colina. Y antes de que te des cuenta, una mañana te castañetean las articulaciones y no puedes dormir dos horas seguidas sin levantarte a orinar, y sólo entonces comprendes que el mejor lugar quedó atrás, y que no lo viste porque estabas obsesionado en seguir adelante.