Quotes About Destination

Walk through your sorrow, my daughter, it hardly matters as long as you walk to where you want to be.

wherever the argument, like a wind, tends, thither must we go.

Where are you going?" "To get a Coke!" "Would you—" "No!

The stars would be different, where he was going. But the moon would be the same.

Good-bye, Da. Go to hell. I hope I'm not there waiting.

I have to figure, with this many stops and starts, surely this train will pull out of the station eventually. What's the big fucking rush?

Every journey has a destination, known or unknown.

Every place is the same place in the end.

she wants to put a few hundred more miles between them and Ringrock as fast as she can

and they believe he or she might have gotten as far as Jacob's Ladder, her island, her home.

Go to Hell." "I'm sure you can give me good directions.

On the road again, past the jerkwater called Warm Springs, heading toward Tonopah on federal highway 6

Just then he gets a text message from Ace of Diamonds with a destination. He

A lot of the time, I don't much care where I go, just so I go somewhere.

Anywhere includes everywhere. If it does not matter where we go, then surely there can be no point in going.

Go down any road far enough and you'll come to a slaughterhouse, but keep going and you'll reach the sea.

Comment s'étaient-ils rencontrés ? Par hasard, comme tout le monde. Comment s'appelaient-ils ? Que vous importe ? D'où venaient-ils ? Du lieu le plus prochain. Où allaient-ils ? Est-ce que l'on sait où l'on va ?

This wasn't the sea of the inexorable horizon and smashing waves, not the sea of distance and violence, but the sea of the etenally leveling patience and wetness of water. Whether it comes to you in a storm or in a cup, it owns you--we are more water than dust. It is our origin and our destination.

Don't go on holiday to Blackpool, it's fucking horrible there.

È un'isola, capo. Ci troveranno sempre.

The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain't no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless--just workin our way toward home.

The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain't no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless--just working our way toward home.

All right. Where are we going?

hire a boat and try to catch her up. So long as I board her before we reach Le Havre, it should be all right