Quotes About Journey

A sedentary life is the real sin against the Holy Spirit. Only those thoughts that come by walking have any value.

Thereafter Zarathustra went on again for two hours, trusting to the path and the light of the stars:

Stay not where the lowlands are! Climb not into the sky! The world looks best by far when viewed from halfway high.

My wisdom consists in my having been many things and in many places in order to become one person—in order to be able to attain to one thing.

Whoever does not know how to find the way to his ideal lives more frivolously and impudently than the man without an ideal.

Hay quien no encuentra su corazón hasta que no pierde la cabeza.

WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But finally he had a change of heart - and rising one morning with the dawn, he went before the sun, and spoke thus to it:

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal

Éste es mi camino, ¿dónde esta el vuestro?», así respondía yo a quienes me preguntaban «por el camino». ¡El camino, en efecto, no existe!

the one who had lost the world attains its own world

You are treading your path of greatness: now it must call up all your courage that there is no longer a path behind you! You are treading your path of greatness: no one shall steal after you here! Your foot itself has extinguished the path behind you, and above that path stands written: Impossibility.

Já não amo, pois, senão o país dos meus filhos, a terra incógnita entre mares longínquos; é essa que a minha vela deve incessantemente, procurar.

adventurers and circumnavigators of that inner world which is called "human being

What is great in the human is that it is a bridge and not a goal: what can be loved in the human is that it is a going-over and a going-under.

In the mountains the shortest way is from peak to peak, but for that route thou must have long legs. Proverbs should be peaks, and those spoken to should be big and tall.

Cualquier camino es solo un camino y no es vergonzoso, ni para uno mismo ni para los demás, abandonarlo si así te lo dicta tu corazón [...] Observa detalladamente cada uno de los caminos. Ponlos a prueba tantas veces como creas necesario. Luego pregúntate a ti mismo, y solo a ti mismo, lo siguiente: «¿Tiene corazón este camino?». Si lo tiene, el camino es bueno; si no lo tiene, no sirve para nada.

Then he turned and headed straight for home, but he took the long way, around the world.

Then the hut was moving inland too on its five spindly legs. It turned around, so that its door faced away from them, and its speed increased, its legs moving nimbly as those of a cockroach, and was soon lost amongst the tangle of thorn and seahawk trees. So ended the first encounter of the Mouser and his comrade Fafhrd with Sheelba of the Eyeless Face.

Whoever'd think, Mr. Wong, they could put nine hours and maybe ten of good, good darkness into such a tiny time-capsule, a gelatin spaceship bound for the stars.

Know it or not, man treads between twin abysses a tightrope that has neither beginning nor end.

This time their preparations were well thought out. The Mouser carried a mallet and a stout iron pry-bar, in case they had to attack masonry, and made certain that candles, flint, wedges, chisels, and several other small tools were in his pouch. Fafhrd borrowed a pick from the peasant's implements and tucked a coil of thin, strong rope in his belt. He also took his bow and quiver of arrows.

THE MAD ROBOT, by William P. McGivern Originally published in Amazing Stories, January 1944. CHAPTER I Rick Weston arrived at the Earth space-port outside Greater New York at six o'clock in the morning. He was driven directly to the mooring tower where his slim, fast pursuit single-seater was being readied for his trip to Jupiter

Mejor la libertad y una senda helada que un hogar cálido y la servidumbre.

It's this way: the Big Time is a train, and the Little Time is the countryside as we're on the train, unless we go out a Door, and as Gertie Stein might put it, you can't time travel through the time you time travel in when you time travel.