Quotes About Journey

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.

into the darkness they go, the wise & the lovely

The Unexplorer" There was a road ran past our house Too lovely to explore. I asked my mother once—she said That if you followed where it led It brought you to the milk-man's door. (That's why I have not traveled more.)

If you walk east at daybreak from the town To the cliff's foot, by climbing steadily You cling at noon whence there is no way down But to go toppling backward to the sea. And not for birds nor birds' eggs, so they say, But for a flower that in these fissures grows, Forms have been seen to move throughout the day Skyward; but what its name is no one knows. 'Tis said you find beside them on the sand This flower, relinquished by the broken hand.

Tavern" I'll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May sit them down and rest. There shall be plates a-plenty, And mugs to melt the chill Of all the grey-eyed people Who happen up the hill. There sound will sleep the traveller, And dream his journey's end, But I will rouse at midnight The falling fire to tend. Aye, 'tis a curious fancy-- But all the good I know Was taught me out of two grey eyes A long time ago.

We walk On the skin Of life.

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.

GENNARO Ha da passa' 'a nuttata.»

Hann reisti sér loftkastala úr slitróttum minningum.

De aquella etapa recuerdo que arrojaba con alegría el tiempo por la borda, en la esperanza de que el globo alzara vuelo y me llevara a un futuro mejor. Loco anhelo, pues siempre seremos lo que ya fuimos.

Aráoz va pensando, mientras abre la puerta y siente la noche fresca, casi fría, que los pasos que damos al principio de la vida son tan hondos que desde entonces no podemos sino caminar una y otra vez por esas huellas. Y es un pensamiento tan deprimente, y a la vez tan complejo para esa hora de la noche, que le resulta cada vez más evidente que a la vuelta no va a conseguir pegar un ojo.

Treinta años después Aráoz va pensando, mientras abre la puerta y siente la noche fresca, casi fría, que los pasos que damos al principio de la vida son tan hondos que desde entonces no podemos sino caminar una y otra vez por esas huellas.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm's edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.

Walking takes longer... than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed.

We discover that nothing can be taken for granted, for if this ring of stone is marvelous then all which shaped it is marvelous, and our journey here on earth, able to see and touch and hear in the midst of tangible and mysterious things-in-themselves, is the most strange and daring of all adventures.

The longest journey begins with a single step, not with the turn of an ignition key.

Beyond the wall of the unreal city ... there is another world waiting for you. It is the old true world of the deserts, the mountains, the forests, the islands, the shores, the open plains. Go there. Be there. Walk gently and quietly deep within it.

There are some good things to be said about walking. Not many, but some. Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life.

The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space.

May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill.