Quotes About Journey

Somewhere the Sky touches the Earth, and the name of that place is the End.

To Noroway, to Noroway,To Noroway o'er the faem;The king's daughter o' Noroway,'Tis thou must bring her hame.

"I'll rest," said he, "but thou shalt walk";So doth this wandering JewFrom place to place, but cannot restFor seeing countries new.

O waly, waly, up the bank,And waly, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burnside,Where I and my Love wont to gae!

Anno aetatis suae… [In the year of his age].

Ad astra per aspera [To the stars through hardships].

One flew east, one flew west,One flew over the cuckoo's nest.

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,He learned to play when he was young.But all the tune that he could playWas "Over the hills and far away."

To live a life through is not like crossing a field.

Then blow ye winds, heigh-ho!A-roving I will go,I'll stay no more on England's shore,To hear the music play.I'm off on the morning trainTo cross the raging main,I'm taking a trip on a Government ship,Ten thousand miles away!

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,Way-hay, you rolling river!Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,Ha-ha, we're bound away,'Cross the wide Missouri!

There were two lofty ships, from old England they set sail,Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we!…Cruising down along the shores of High Barbaree!

Good-bye, fare you well!We're homeward bound for New York town,Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound!

In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.

Every experience is a form of exploration.

No hay en él sitio alguno que no te vea a ti. Tienes que cambiar tu vida».

O médico lembrou-se de uma frase de Scott Fitzgerald, tripulante aflito do barco em que seguiam, deixado em terra numa viagem anterior, de coração exausto alimentado pelo oxigénio amargo do álcool: na noite mais escura da alma são sempre três horas da manhã.

Estreita é do prazer na vida a taça: Largo, como o oceano é largo e fundo, E como ele em venturas infecundo, O cális amargoso da desgraça. E contudo nossa alma, quando passa incerta peregrina, pelo mundo, Prazer só pede à vida, amor fecundo, É com essa esperança que se abraça.

Maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom...is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.

Travel isn't always pretty. It isn't always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that's okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.

The journey is part of the experience - an expression of the seriousness of one's intent. One doesn't take the A train to Mecca.

I'm not going anywhere. I hope. It's been an adventure. We took some casualties over the years. Things got broken. Things got lost. But I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

As I walked towards travel, that illusion of liberation, I strangely felt myself walking back into childhood.

You see, love isn't just something you feel. Love is something you become. It's like - going to a new country, and realizing that you never particularly liked the place you left behind. It's like a sort of tingling and - oh, I don't know - when she smiles I just want to start clapping or something.