Quotes About Destination

Why would there be a destination when life itself is a journey? You go not to get there but to be there.

I think of the separation between life and paradise as a river. If there are many bridges that cross the river, should it be of great concern to God which bridge the traveler chooses - Mirdin

Creo que la separación entre la vida y el Paraíso es un río —dijo Mirdin—. Si hay muchos puentes que lo cruzan, ¿puede importarle mucho a Dios qué puente elige el viajero?

Can't choose where you come from, Seth. My boys and you know that better than anyone. But you can choose where you end up, and how you get there.

He'd set the bags on the

go to Gurevich's residence?

He'd angled sideways, propped his feet up on the second seat. "You drive like a hellhound, Riley." "I always get where I'm going.

I don't know where we are, but we can't be lost because we're here.

Sometimes a detour is more interesting than a planned route, and you get to the same place eventually.

Where?" "I know a place.

What was it like, she wondered, to wake up every morning knowing exactly where you belonged and where you were going?

This made her remember why people take up walking: It is because they no longer have anywhere to go.

The shortest distance between two points is a time line, a schedule, a map of your time, the itinerary for the rest of your life. Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list.

We're all going overnight express delivery straight to Hell.

An airplane is just so many rows of people sitting and all going in the same direction a long ways off the ground. Going to New York's a lot the way I imagine going to Heaven would be.

from Tokyo to Managua

If there is a Hell, she is bound for it on a fast train. Then again, she's already in Florida, so how bad can it be?)

I had thought the destination was what was important, but it turned out it was the journey. It

If you reach a crossroads and your destination is to the left and by mistake you turn right, the further you travel along the wrong road the further you will move away from your destination. It is not easy to turn back, to change your mind. Sometimes, you have to in order to survive.

In my mind the river flows both ways. Forward, to the explanation of things; to a destination which will justify the agonies of travel. And back, back to a time when the river was real, and those who wandered along its banks had little interest in visions.

With the use of a map, I could walk from Paris to Calcutta; without a map, I might find myself in Odessa. Well, if we had a similar 'map' of the human mind, a man could explore all the territory that lies between death and mystical vision, between catatonia and genius.

As it often did when I thought about chicken wings and entropy, my mind turned to Emerson. Life is a journey, not a destination. Now that was one stone-cold motherfucker who was not afraid to deliver the truth: After the torments of the journey, you have been well-prepared for the agonies of the destination.

from one place but more important was where you decided to go.

It wasn't until they were moving again that Cora realized she forgot to ask where they were headed.