Quotes About Destination

Desire in itself is empty, in other words it merely indicates direction, but never destination; destinations, in any case, always remain phantasmagoric and unclear; the closer we get to them, the more enigmatic they become. By no means is it possible to ever actually attain a given destination, nor, in so doing, appease desire.

The clouds were so low that one could hook onto them and let oneself be carried away to a distant land, to the south, to warmer climes. There one could jump down straight into the olive groves, or at least the vineyards in Moravia, where delicious green wine is made.

In their heads they perform mute examinations of conscience: Do they have everything, passport, ticket, and papers, have they exchanged money. And where is it they're going. And what for.

A man never goes so far as when he does not know whither he is going.

A man never goes so far as when he does not know wither he is going.

E tu, amico viaggiatore, dove desideri andare per cominciare?

The Zen idioms, such as the "oneness of discipline and proof " and "true proof and wondrous discipline," directly express the above-mentioned point of Zen. The cause—namely discipline itself—contains the effect, the proof. And, in proof is found discipline. It is said that proof is not the destination to be reached by means of discipline.

From here it's hundreds of miles to home

When good Americans die they go to Paris.

He comes where He commands us to leave.

There they go. Look at those dogs go! Why are they going fast in those cars? What are they going to do? Where are those dogs going?

Going somewhere, little lovers?

What are we running for When there's no where we can run to anymore?

He looked down at Anna. "I want you to take Walter and drive to Kennewick, Washington, where my brother is." She folded her arms and gave him her stubborn look. "No. And don't try that again. I felt that push.

We must set out, often without a destination, with only the instinct to search as a direction. Literature and religion are predicated on the notion of journey, movement—pilgrimage it's called in religion, plot in literature.

the final page of any novel is a destination, the creation of form offering the illusion of inevitability, the denial of chaos. We don't love novels because they are like life, but because they are unlike it—deftly organized, filled with the satisfaction of shape.

headed for her bedroom and her closet. Her whole future rested

And she says, "Then let's just take the effing road and get ourselves to Haven." I smile, a little. "You said effing ," I say. "You actually said the word effing .

Marty: Dad's right about you. You got lost on your journey somewhere. Adam: That's what everyone says who never bothered to go on a journey in the first place.

You got lost on your journey somewhere." "That's what everyone says who never bothered to go on a journey in the first place.

It is not a place you travel to, it is the place you pass through while on your way to somewhere else.

I'll see you where the roads meet.

She nodded seriously. "That's as much as I've guessed too." She paused to look at the circle the horizon made around us. The wind caught her hair and she brushed it back again. "Do you happen to know where I'm going?

Qué siente uno cuando sabe adónde va?