Quotes About Destination

Señora Catalina, ¿adónde se camina?».

I'm leaving on a journey." "Ah, yes, a journey. Where are you going?" Hunter ignored the question. It was one thing to surrender to his woman, but quite another to admit it to his brother.

They're right next door." "We can still hike out down the Angels Landing

It's hard to find a particular place when you don't one hundred percent know you're even looking for it,

All men should strive to learn before they die What they are running from, and to, and why. —Thurber

I'm not lost, because I haven't any idea where to go that I might get lost on the way to. I'd like to get lost, because then I'd know where I was going, you see.

What is a map, but a thing that gets you where you're going? -Mr. Map

Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum illuc, unde negant redire quemquam. Ahora él va por camino tenebroso allí, donde niegan volver a nadie.

Men kan weg moeten, zonder dat men ergens heen moet. Dat zijn de gevallen, dat men ergens vandaan moet.

Whenever you get there, there is no there there.

face and come to wait at the place where

What we seek when we wander usually leads us back home.

Poi gli parve finalmente di essere giunto a una possibile meta: dietro l'ennesimo gomito di un vicolo era apparsa una casa bassa e lunga, percorsa su tutta la parete che dava sulla strada da un portico su cui campeggiava un'insegna dipinta a lettere scarlatte che volevano rozzamente imitare tante lingue di fiamma: LA MALA BOLGIA.

When you choose the path, you choose the destination.

Airline passengers usually look like where they're going—business suits to Washington, D.C., jeans to L.A.

Let me tell you the one thing I have against Moses. He took us forty years into the desert in order to bring us to the one place in the Middle East that has no oil!

It takes me five minutes to walk to the pub but twenty minutes to walk home. The difference is staggering.

The grave is the gateway through which we are all borne home: the body by man, the soul by angels.

If you are not enjoying the journey, you probably won't enjoy the destination.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where...

never thought about it so abstractly," he confessed.  "I've been too busy puzzling over why I came here.

Human existence is girt round with mystery: the narrow region of our experience is a small island in the midst of a boundless sea. To add to the mystery, the domain of our earthly existence is not only an island in infinite space, but also in infinite time. The past and the future are alike shrouded from us: we neither know the origin of anything which is, nor its final destination.

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

why not a beauty like Murcia near the Mediterranean, or Jaén in the mountains, or Oviedo, where the relics of Christ were kept? "Why Badajoz?