Quotes About Journey

W HEN YOU WRITE , you lay out a line of words. The line of words is a miner's pick, a woodcarver's gouge, a surgeon's probe. You wield it, and it digs a path you follow. Soon you find yourself deep in new territory. Is it a dead end, or have you located the real subject? You will know tomorrow, or this time next year.

Our life seems cursed to be a wriggle merely, and a wandering without end.

Photography is not something you retire from.

I don't have two lives. This is one life, and the personal pictures and the assignment work are all part of it.

You always run into something no matter where you go. Turns out you're someplace after all.

She follows the putrid cloud downstairs and

You're not bad ... you're just lost. I know exactly where I am. That doesn't mean you're not lost.

On ne résume pas le mystère du flot d'une rivière par une poignée dérisoire de galets extirpés de son lit.

Un corazón inquieto es la base del peregrinar. En el ser humano habita un ansia». SAN AGUSTÍN

There is no Final Resting Place of the Mind.

If you wanna get there, just follow the sound of the drums. Things seem to just sway and move constantly.

As we continue upriver, we move farther and farther away from the world I know, and toward someone else's. It's thrilling to not know where you're going.

After a while, even the most beautiful scenery threatens to become moving wallpaper—background—but other times, it all seems to come together: the work, the play, all the places I've been, where I am now, a happy, stupid, wonderful confluence of events.

1993, my return to the 'bigs'. I'd been

Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways.

I kept pushing the old noga through the floorboards near, and the Durango 95 ate up the road like spaghetti.

Je m'en vais chercher un grand peut-etre - I go to seek a great perhaps.

ÖzgürlüÄŸü günlerimden artakalan bir gölgeydim sadece.

We must be cloaked by the stars and wrapped by the moon; we must dine on the winds and rest by the waters. We move on if there's a road, and we stop only when we come to its end.

I walked away a little disheartened, thinking, 'Oh well. I came a long way to meet the Wizard of Oz, but I guess I won't. Such is life.

It was, however, in keeping with the way my uncle conducted his life that he should reach his destination without knowing the name of the goal.

Even then I did not recognise the quest for power.

For lust of knowing what we should not know,' he was fond of intoning, 'we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.

Adventures only happen to adventurers,' Mr Deacon had said one evening when we were sitting drinking in the saloon bar of the Mortimer.