Quotes About Journey

London is where people go in order to come back from it sadder and wiser.

Suicide is the night train, speeding your way to darkness. You won't get there so quick, not by natural means. You buy your ticket and you climb on board. That ticket costs everything you have. But it's just a one-way. This train takes you into the night, and leaves you there. It's the night train. Now

El tiempo se dirige ahora hacia algo. Se derrama hacia atrás sin que nada lo pueda evitar, como los reflejos en el parabrisas de un automóvil que corre por la ciudad o el bosque.

There are not many road signs in Russia, you know.' He laughed. 'If you don't know where the road goes, you shouldn't be on it.'" — Arkady Renko from Gorky Park

All the poems of the poet who has entered into his poethood are poems of homecoming.

Das Fragen baut an einem Weg.

On this "way," if to keep falling down and getting up can be called a way, it is always and only the same question of the "meaning of beyng" that is asked.

On this "way," if to keep falling down and getting up can be called a way

Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.

You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.

We ain't what we oughta be. We ain't what we want to be. We ain't what we gonna be. But, thank God, we ain't what we was.

The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.

You just have to take the first step , you don't have to see the whole staircase.

Take the first step. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.

Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase. Just take the first step.

Just put one foot in front of the other and don't worry about the length of the path. Once you get on that path, and the longer you stay on it, there eventually will come a time when you will not turn back.

Love is a sprint. Marriage is a marathon. An endurance race, if you will.

Wichita. The roads here are flat and I can see for miles. Easy driving. Times like these, I wish you were sitting here beside me chatting, instead

Luz felt as though all the millions of butterflies that were flying on this same journey south were fluttering in her stomach.

After living at sea for twenty years or more, the female loggerhead returns to the beach of her birth to nest. She travels hundreds of miles through the Atlantic, her three-hundred-pound, eddish-brown carapace filled with hundreds of fertile eggs.

Why didn't you tell me? It's all such a complicated mess." "Most lives are if you live long enough, my darling." "I've

Grief can make you question your goals and purpose. How you want to spend your life.

People always seem to be in so much of a hurry," Lovie continued as she sat down breathlessly in the sand. "Rush, rush, rush. What are they rushing toward? Life isn't some kind of race. We all cross the same finish line, sooner or later. You'd hate to get the end in sight and suddenly wish you'd walked rather than run, wouldn't you?" "Maybe that's why they call it the human race.

People always seem to be in so much of a hurry. Rush, rush, rush. What are they rushing toward? Life isn't some kind of race. We all cross the same finish line, sooner or later. You'd hate to get the end in sight and suddenly wish you'd walked rather than run, wouldn't you? Maybe that's why they call it the human race. Well, we are all in it together. But the winner of this race gets no prize. so take your time.