Quotes About Journey

The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon.

My grandfather used to say: Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without being afraid that -not to mention accidents- even the span of a normal happy life may fall far short of the time needed for such a journey.

Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world...

Two tasks at the beginning of your life: to narrow your orbit more and more, and ever and again to check whether you are not in hiding somewhere outside your orbit.

It's sometimes quite astonishing that a single, average life is enough to encompass so much that it's at all possible ever to have any success in one's work here.

If you come to me you will be leaping into the abyss.

Some books seem like a key to unfamiliar rooms in one's own castle.

What is love? After all, it is quite simple. Love is everything which enhances, widens, and enriches our life. In its heights and in its depths. Love has as few problems as a motor-car. The only problems are the driver, the passengers, and the road.

A man doesn't need to fly to the sun, he need only find a patch of clean earth, and crawl there, and let the sun shine on him.

I was heading for the city in the south, of which they used to say in our village: 'There are people for you! Just think—they never go to sleep!' 'And why don't they?' 'Because they're fools.' 'Don't fools get tired, then?' 'How could fools get tired?

Your will is free means: it was free when it wanted the desert, it is free since it can choose the path that leads to crossing the desert, it is free since it can choose the pace, but it is also unfree since you must go through the desert, unfree since every path in labyrinthine manner touches every foot of the desert's surface.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.

Extraordinary,' said the Burgomaster, 'extraordinary. And now do you think of staying here in Riva with us?' 'I think not', said the Hunter with a smile, and, to excuse himself, he laid his hand on the Burgomaster's knee. 'I am here, more than that I do not know, further than that I cannot go. My ship has no rudder, and it is driven by the wind that blows in the undermost regions of death.' (The Hunter Gracchus)

Hold fast! then you too will see the unchangeable dark distance, out of which nothing can come except one day the chariot; it rolls up, gets bigger and bigger, fills the whole world at the moment it reaches you - and you sink into it like a child sinking into the upholstery of a carriage that drives through the storm and night.

Faptele dumneavoastra vor lasa poate urme adînci de pasi în zapada, dar atît.

So if you find nothing in the corridors open the doors, and if you find nothing behind these doors there are more floors, and if you find nothing up there, don't worry, just leap up another flight of stairs. As long as you don't stop climbing, the stairs won't end, under your climbing feet they will go on growing upwards

It is a long dark road from there to where I have really come

I will cross hundreds of seas and oceans without sinking to reach you, see your eyes and sink completely into their depths.

Atata timp cat nu incetezi s urci, treptele nu se vOr termina; sub pasii tai care urca, ele se vOr inmulti la nesfarsit

Ciertamente, perros, pero no para morir aquí, sino para llegar allá, a la verdad, para salir de este mundo de mentiras, donde no se encuentra a nadie de quien obtener la verdad, tampoco de mi, ciudadano innato de la mentira

A vida é um perpétuo desvio que nem sequer permite darmo-nos conta de que é que se desvia.

Quem procura não encontra, mas quem não procura é encontrado.

En el portón me detuvo para preguntarme: «¿Hacia dónde cabalga el señor?». «No lo sé -respondí-. Sólo quiero irme de aquí, solamente irme de aquí. Sólo así puedo alcanzar mi meta.» «¿Conoce, pues, su meta?», preguntó él. «Sí -contesté yo-. Lo he dicho ya. Salir de aquí, ésa es mi meta.»