Quotes About Journey

Se dice que un día vendrá un hombre que, con el don de la droga

Somos uma sonda perscrutando o desconhecido, investigando a incerteza.

Chaque route que l'on suit exactement jusqu'au bout ne conduit exactement à rien. Escaladez la montagne pour voir si c'est bien une montagne. Quand vous serez au sommet de la montagne, vous ne pourrez plus voir la montagne.

Yes, it was a matter of opening doors, he thought. You opened one door and that let you into a place where there were other doors. You chose a door in this new place and examined what that revealed to you. There might be times when you were forced to try all of the doors but the more doors you opened, the more certain you became of which door to open next. Finally, a door would open into a place you recognized. Then you could say: Ahhhh, this explains everything.

Whatever comes from behind the mountains must cross the dunes.

Penso na alegria que é estar vivo e me pergunto se chegarei a dar o salto interior até a raiz deste corpo e conhecer a mim mesmo como um dia foi. A raiz está lá. Se algum ato meu conseguirá encontrá-la isso continua emaranhado no futuro. Mas todas as coisas que um homem é capaz de fazer a mim pertencem. Qualquer ato meu poderia fazê-lo.

Muad'dib rules everywhere, he said. Arrakis is not my destination, she insisted. Arrakis is the destination of everyone, he said.

A man and woman in search of something are always blown apart, but it's the same wind that blows them.

I embraced a cloud, but when I soared it rained.

I dream and it is another life

Frank drove five miles north of town to an elevated spot overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, and directly below, Barmet Bay. From the road, they could see Bayport hugging the coast with its many docks stretching like dark fingers into the bay.

Joe checked the gas and oil in their car while Frank loaded the baggage into the trunk. "All set." "Okay." Joe took the wheel and zigzagged through the Bayport streets until they came to the highway which led directly west. Early-morning traffic was light, consisting mainly of large trucks heading east toward the radar construction. The road, level at first, rose in a long curve toward the top of a hill, three miles out of town.

It was a pleasant ride in the early-morning fresh air and the sun stood bright over the horizon when they arrived at the dunes.

Joe came down to join Chet Morton, who sat at the car's wheel. "Where to?" he asked.

When he reached the selected cruising altitude, Jerry set the plane on course. Hour after hour passed as it bore through the sky. Lulled by the drone of the engines, the boys caught up on some sleep. When they awoke, the first light of dawn was breaking in the east. Gradually the light grew brighter, revealing a fascinating mosaic of deep blue and jade green on the surface of the ocean below.

By now the speedy craft was far out on the broad bay. The water had grown choppy and was turning from green to steely gray. In the distance the boys watched a cluster of white sails skimming before the breeze.

The boys continued their journey in the deepening darkness. Ahead, the road wound through isolated, hilly country. Here and there they encountered patches of light radiation fog, a phenomenon common to this type of terrain.

With a hasty farewell to Aunt Gertrude, the four pals set out. Brisk walking brought them swiftly out of town on the Shore Road, which followed horseshoe-shaped Barmet Bay. Looking back, they could see the docks of the harbor. Some distance ahead of them was the bridge which spanned the mouth of Willow River where it emptied into the bay.

Frank said. He kept the convertible at a steady pace and they reached Taylorville at twelve o'clock. The town was a fair-sized one, and the streets swarmed with cars and people during the lunch-hour rush.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.

it is, after all, not necessary to fly right into the middle of the sun, but it is necessary to crawl to a clean little spot on Earth where the sun sometimes shines and one can warm oneself a little.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back.