Quotes About Journey

Show us not the aim without the way. For ends and means on earth are so entangled That changing one, you change the other too; Each different path brings other ends in view

idea of the latitude and longitude of Treasure Isle, which,

We have been so busy perfecting the means of travel that we have forgotten where we wanted to go.

Perhaps he walked two miles between the high walls of the lane before its descent ceased, but he thrilled with the sense of having journeyed very far, all the long way from the known to the unknown.

Why am I trying to become what I don't want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien : Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme, Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien, Par la Nature, -- heureux comme avec une femme.

And, in the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.

True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

Elle est retrouvée Quoi ? – L'Eternité. C'est la mer allée Avec le soleil.

À moi. L'histoire d'une de mes folies. - Une saison en enfer

La vie est la farce à mener par tous.

Debilidad o fuerza. No sabes a dónde vas ni por qué vas, entra en todas partes, responde a todo. Como si fueras un cadáver ya no te podrán matar.» A la mañana tenía una mirada tan extraviada y un aspecto tan muerto que aquellos que encontré quizá no me hayan visto.

Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.

On the roads, through winter nights, without a home, without habits, without bread, a voice strangled my frozen heart: "Weakness or strength: Those are your options, so strength it is. You know neither where you're going, nor why you're going, entering anywhere, answering anyone. You're no more likely to be killed than a corpse." By morning, I had developed such a lost, dead expression that those I met may not have even seen me.

On highroads on winter nights, without roof, without clothes, without bread, a voice gripped my frozen heart: "Weakness or strength: there you are, it's strength. You do not know where you are going, nor why you are going; enter anywhere, reply to anything. They will no more kill you than if you were a corpse." In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.

I might be the child abandoned on the wharf setting out for the high seas, or the farmhand, following the path whose top reaches the sky.

The alchemists in their search for gold discovered many other things of greater value.

The Romantic poets were the prototype ramblers, and I've often found myself following in their footsteps - although perhaps not all of their footsteps since a typical walk for Samuel T. Coleridge might last two days and cover 145km.

The chairs and tables around us which broadcast to us incessantly those signals which affect our sight and touch cannot in their nature be like unto the signals or to the sensations which the signals awake at the end of their journey.

His heart was being prepared for further blessing God had for him.

Salì senza tante cerimonie sul taxi e si sistemò comodamente sul sedile posteriore. Sollevato, chiuse gli occhi. "Dove vuole che andiamo?" chiese Sorjonen. "Avanti".

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