Quotes About Journey

But all voyages come to an end, either at the shore or at the bottom of the sea

It's me. I chose this. I chose all of this — this rock has been waiting for me my entire life. I've been moving towards it my whole life.

Mountains are the means, the man is the end. The goal is not to reach the top of the mountains, but to improve the man.

Mountains are the means, the man is the end. The goal is not to reach the tops of mountains, but to improve the man. —WALTER BONATTI, Italian climber

I did get myself into this. Somehow, in some convoluted way, it's what I've been looking for in my life. How else did I come to be here? We create our lives. I don't fully understand why, but little by little I get that somehow I've wanted something like this to happen. I've been looking for adventure, and I've found it.

I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?

I consider dying a very important part of life. I feel good in the sense that since these people are in pain, and most of them don't have very long to live, I can make their journey easier.

It was a pity that there was no radar to guide one across the trackless seas of life. Every man had to find his own way, steered by some secret compass of the soul. And sometimes, late or early, the compass lost its power and spun aimlessly on its bearings. Alan Bishop

Alvin was an explorer, and all explorers are seeking something they have lost. It is seldom that they find it, and more seldom still that the attainment brings them greater happiness than the quest.

He did not wander aimlessly, though he never knew which village would be his next port of call. He was seeking no particular place, but a mood, an influence—indeed, a way of life.

All that had gone before was not a thousandth of what was yet to come; the story of this star had barely begun.

Discovery was no longer a happy ship.

However much the universe and its mysteries might call him, this was where he was born and where he belonged. It would never satisfy him, yet always he would return. He had gone half-way across the Galaxy to learn this simple truth.

The eruption had hurled the thing out of its normal environment, deep down in the flaming atmosphere of the sun. It was a miracle that it had survived its journey through space; already it must be dying, as the forces that controlled its huge, invisible body lost their hold over the electrified gas which was the only substance it possessed.

And so Discovery drove on toward Saturn, as often as not pulsating with the cool music of the harpsichord, the frozen thoughts of a brain that had been dust for twice a hundred years.

for there was no vessel—at least of Man's making—anywhere between her and the infinitely distant stars.

Call it the Star Gate.

For the last time, David Bowman slept.

Because each of us is the sum of all we have ever experienced.

We're particularly anxious to get our hands on Pioneer 10—the first man-made object to escape from the Solar System.

He was still prepared to go on collecting all that life could offer, like a chambered nautilus patiently adding new cells to its slowly expanding spiral.

Because each of us is the sum of all we have ever experienced. Only the very young have a clean slate. The rest of us must live forever with everything we have ever been.

classical Hohmann orbit—

throughout the flight, but there