Quotes About Journey

If you know where you are, you do not know how fast you are moving, and if you know how fast you are moving, you do not know where you are.

Only those who walk in darkness ever see the stars.

It was an absurd journey.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.

os seres humanos não nascem para sempre no dia em que as suas mães os dão à luz, mas que a vida os obriga uma e outra vez ainda a parirem-se a si mesmos.

Pero leer es otra forma de embarcarse: lo que pasa y corre es nuestra vida, sobre un texto inmóvil. El

car c'est souvent en errant seule dans les villes inconnues que je suis le mieux arrivée – mais à quelque chose d'autre que ce que je pensais chercher et qui fut presque toujours meilleur.

Crying is part of the adventure

I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn't glow. The sun didn't rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes. West and South, Wind and rain. Every way is Just the same. Pray give me a box To hide inside. Pray give me a spade To dig my own grave.

Everyone else reached the Shores of Sleep, but I remained oceans away.

I can never stop thanking you. If I never stop, I never need to say farewell. A river rushes between us. You follow it north, I pursue it south. When I weep because I miss you, my tears will seep through your cavern. Your face is kind as a shawl in winter, or a diamond for a song. My family keeps an inn. You have a chamber in my heart. No rent is due. Farewell. Farewell.

trading expedition

Everyone called it losing Mother, but she wasn't lost. She was gone, and no matter where I went—another town, another country, Fairyland, or Gnome Caverns—I wouldn't find her.

The road was little trafficked, and I was too happy about my escape to feel much fear. I was free of orders.

There is a place in me I haven't gone yet.

What is the best way to write? Each of us has to discover her own way by writing. Writing teaches writing. No one can tell you your own secret.

and one knows, after a long time of solitude, after the many steps taken away from one's kind, toward the kingdom of strangers, the hard prayer inside one's own singing is to come back, if one can, to one's own, a world almost lost, in the exile that deepens, when one has lived a long time alone.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

life was more like a game of Snakes and Ladders than a straight line.

I think when people say Madrid are playing well and Barca are not and vice-versa, or when one wins the Champions League, it's better than the other, I don't think that makes sense. Everyone takes their own path.

Playing 16 years is completely unexpected and going through everything we went through. Big disappointments, huge wins, creating that type of union with the coaching staff, with the front office, with the staff, teammates. It's been an amazing journey, way beyond anything that can be expected.

The epic failures make up the journey along the way to getting the wins.

Our journey so far has been very satisfactory: we are most fortunate as regards the season, for there has been more rain this winter than has been known for the last four or five years.

Thus, during the winter of 2003 I ventured into a new arena as a professional photographer.