Quotes About Journey

He seemed to be talking partly to himself. "That's what he would have wanted. The parting gilmore, the death haikus—he wouldn't have liked to leave without stopping to speak someone along the way. 'A tea house amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death.

Ever since I'd started riding the train by myself I'd loved to go there alone and roam around until I got lost, wandering deeper and deeper in the maze of galleries until sometimes I found myself in forgotten halls of armor and porcelain that I'd never seen before (and, occasionally, was unable to find again).

A goodbye at the gate," said Hobie. He seemed to be talking partly to himself. "That's what he would have wanted. The parting glimpse, the death haiku—he wouldn't have liked to leave without stopping to speak to someone along the way. 'A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death.

the world won't come to me,' he used to say, 'so I must go to it'—

That's what he would have wanted. The parting glimpse, the death haiku—he wouldn't have liked to leave without stopping to speak to someone along the way. 'A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death.

Il mondo non mi verrà incontro, perciò devo andargli incontro io.

A goodbye at the gate," said Hobie. He seemed to be talking partly to himself. "That's what he would have wanted. The parting glimpse, the death haiku—he wouldn't have liked to leave without stopping to speak to someone along the way. 'A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death.' " He

A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death. p136

El mundo no acudirá a mí, solía decir, yo tengo que salir a su encuentro.

I lost sight of any landmark that might have led me someplace happier

Everyone basically has one aria to sing over their entire life.

a drve?e je ispred na cesti cvalo bijelim praskovima delirija.

showed by his appetite his appreciation of Molotov's magnificent refreshments. Relaxed and fortified, he returned to his car and proceeded to recite Byron's "Childe Harold" to Sarah for the remainder of the journey to Yalta.

build one would think to be whirled lightly over an

The incident suggests Roosevelt's developing sense of empathy. While Lincoln's seems to have been his by right of birth, Roosevelt slowly expanded his understanding of other people's points of view by going to places that a man of his background typically neither visited nor comprehended.

I would not have been president had it not been for my experience in North Dakota.

Aber ist es nicht außerordentlich merkwürdig, wie einem der Zufall Bücher in die Hände spielt, die etwas mit der eigenen Situation oder Lebensphase zu tun haben?

Twenty years after we had left so fierce and proud, we were all right back where we had started, yoked to each other and the same old drama.

Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious Stones

Growing up was like falling into a hole.

The stories I made up for myself changed. In the half-sleep that preceded full sleep I began to imagine the highway that went north. No real road, this highway was shadowed by tall grass and ancient trees. Moss hung low and tiny birds with gray-blue wings darted from the road's edge to the trees.

She was afraid. It wasn't a tremble of fear. It was a dark hood hanging over her head. She was meant to die. That was why she was on the Chief speeding eastward. This was her bier.

He drove until emotional exhaustion left him empty as a gourd. Until no tears, no rage, no pity had meaning for him.

She got in, as she had persuaded Jerott Blyth to bring her half across France, by force of logic, a kind of flat-chested innocence and the doggedness of a flower-pecker attacking a strangling fig.