Quotes About Journey

Fara erori, viata e un bulevard desert prin care evoluezi ca peripatetician al tristetii.

Dac? ar exista un acces direct la bucuria mistic?, la jubilarea în Divinitate - f?r? a fi silit s? parcurgi drumul spinos al experienÈ›ei întregi È™i toate antecedentele chinuitoare ale extazului -, atunci soluÈ›ia terestr? a fericirii ar fi la îndemâna oricui. Cum un astfel de acces nu exist?, suntem condamnaÈ›i a urca o scar?, f?r? a-i atinge vreodat? ultima treapt?.

Tot secretul vieÈ›ii se reduce la atât: ea n-are nici un rost; fiecare din noi g?seÈ™te îns? unul.

S? faci dou? zile de drum ca sa fugi de Paris, ÅŸi s? reg?seÅŸti radioul, tranzistorul etc, tot ce detestai cînd ai plecat.

This is how we recognize the man who has tendencies toward an inner quest: he will set failure above any success, he will even seek it out, unconsciously of course. This is because failure, always essential, reveals us to ourselves, permits us to see ourselves as God sees us, whereas success distances us from what is most inward in ourselves and indeed in everything.

Deep in his heart, man aspires to rejoin the condition he had before consciousness. History is merely the detour he takes to get there.

Death reaches so far, requires so much room, that I no longer know where to die.

BaÅŸlang?çta ÅŸeylerden kaçmak için düÅŸünürüz; sonra fazla uzaÄŸa gittiÄŸimizde, kaç???m?z?n piÅŸmanl???yla kendimizi mahvetmek için...

Where to go? Where to live? And what to seek in the uproar of a Babylonized planet?

Vivere: specializzarsi nell'errore

One does not advance when one walks toward no goal, or - which is the same thing - when his goal is infinity.

Lightening up every day is a great way to travel through your life journey too.

Leggere è viaggiare senza la seccatura dei bagagli.

Scrivere è viaggiare senza la seccatura dei bagagli.

Era uno splendido tipo di bornese, sulla cinquantina, dal viso assai abbronzato, con due occhi nerissimi e ancora pieni di fuoco. La sua barba e i suoi capelli, che portava lunghi, erano appena brizzolati.

Tanto valeva che non si fossero risvegliati dal loro sonno secolare – mormorò il signor Holker con un lungo sospiro, prendendo posto nello scompartimento del carrozzone.

Although I don't know much about anything, I know that I have a story. I know that it is not over. There are shades and shadows of adventures and people and wild new places. Whatever Paris might turn out to be, and whatever Dr. Epstein is able to do, I want to be there to find out.

She has to live, but I pull her towards death.

This is marriage, I thought, or at least my marriage. It is not the stories of forbidden desire that thrilled me as a girl, or even magical rides through clouds and on dark waters. It is John's right hand in mine, and his left one sure and steady on the wheel.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

Becuase I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears a Human soul.

Adventure most unto itselfThe Soul condemned to be—Attended by a single HoundIts own identity.

I like to see it lap the Miles—And lick the Valleys up—