Quotes About Journey

He was reminded of what he liked about Irene so much; that she had not written her war away, she claimed it as her own again and again--near the chichra tree in Five Queen's Road and along the cobbled sidewalk opposite a canal in Maastricht and who knows how many more times in the privacy of her own thoughts.

It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite.

Life can only be understood going backward, but must be lived going forward.

Only the one who descends into the underworld rescues the beloved.

He follows his heart's desire, but having found what he sought he wanders round to everyone's door with his song and speech, so that all can admire the hero as he does, be proud of the hero as he is.

It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards. And if one thinks over that proposition it becomes more and more evident that life can never really be understood in time because at no particular moment can I find the necessary resting-place from which to understand it.

Life must be lived forwards, but can only be understood backwards.

Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards

There is no better guide to this world than oblivion.

O Lord, I am further away from me than from You!

Do not ever go out of yourself because you will get lost even from your life.

Where do we people go if not towards the perfection of our own illusion?

I have projects in life that I'm engaged in, I have things that stimulate me in my life, that make me happy. But more interesting for me is: I'm still trying to figure it out.

My career has kind of taken on a life of its own.

No birth is an accident, No experience is without meaning, and no life is without value.

The purpose of this life and all its experiences is not to make ourselves what we think we should be. It is to unfold who we already are.

Only he who crosses the stream of life wishes to know what is known as unknowable.

It's just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. That's how life works.

Every path serves a purpose.

Life is a constant becoming: all stages lead to the beginning of others.

So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.

Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought to be interposed.

What shall we call this undetermin'd state, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless oceans, That whence we came, and that to which we tend?

Success is like a mountain in front of you that keeps growing. If you're not careful, it will take up your whole life.