Quotes About Destination

We want Bellator to be a destination for not only the top-tier fighters in the sport, but the first-choice destination for fans to see the most entertaining fights in the sport.

Look at all the buses now that want exact change, exact change. I figure if I give them exact change, they should take me exactly where I want to go.

His potential is greater and higher than Everton as a final destination. If Romelu was to play at Everton until the end of his career I know he has left something behind.

I do know where I'm going and it's just a matter of finding the language to get there.

They have a fine breeze and are now we hope, well on their way.

On the whole, I'd rather be in Philidelphia.

Only barbarians are not curious about where they come from, how they came to be where they are, where they appear to be going, whether they wish to go there, and if so, why, and if not, why not.

road signs pointing to San Francisco and Las Vegas, American cop cars and sixteen lanes of traffic.

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

Getting there isn't half the fun, it's all the fun.

I wish I was here, or I wish I was there...' In our age of global travel we are all potential heirs to the simile of Hera's flight.

Thank God I could say that I had truly enjoyed the journey, because if I had saved all of my joy for the destination, I would have missed it. We are all so focused on getting "there," but you have to be careful. Sometimes, I sense a lot of times, "there" ends up feeling different than you expected.

The roots may spread out like a map, but a map only helps if you know where you want to go.

Northwest in

Always in the dream, it seemed as if there were a destination: a something--he could not grasp what-that lay beyond the place where the thickness of snow brought the sled to a stop. He was left, upon awakening, with the feeling that he wanted, even somehow needed, to reach the something that waited in the distance. The feeling that it was good. That it was welcoming. That it was significant. But he did not know how to get there.

The corner was just ahead.

He was left, upon awakening, with the feeling that he wanted, even somehow needed, to reach the something that waited in the distance. The feeling that it was good. That it was welcoming. That it was significant. But he did not know how to get there.

He saw all of the light and colour and history it contained and carried in its slow-moving water; and he knew that there was an Elsewhere from which it came, and an Elsewhere to which it was going.

She smiled at him, with longing. 'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?

It has seemed to me that each year one should pause to take stock of himself, to ask: Where am I going? What am I becoming? What do I wish to do and become? Most people whom I encountered were without purpose, people who had given themselves no goal. The first goal need not be the final one, for a sailing ship sails first by one wind, then another. The point is that it is always going somewhere, proceeding toward a final destination.

Home is where we're going now

across the blacktop

Are you going to deliver lectures all the way home?" he asked presently. "Of course not. Why?" "Because if you are, I'll take a bus. If you're not, I'd like to walk

We would all be together on the journey then, our destination the village at the end of the road where people gamble day and night but never lose their money, eat but never fill their stomachs, drink but never leave their minds.