Quotes About Destination

All that purpose. Always on their way somewhere. You had to admire. Maybe a chirp meant "I exist!" and then "I exist!," as if it could matter.

I shall feel safer when we are through Knightsbridge.

Of course, there will always be times that we need to find our very precise way. But more often than not, our image of a destination is only a starting point that we cling to needlessly. When we can free up our sense of needing to arrive in a certain place, we lessen the weight of being lost. And once beneath arriving and beneath our fear of failing to arrive, the real journey begins.

You always run into something no matter where you go. Turns out you're someplace after all.

Beirut traffic is horrendous, public transport is nearly nonexistent, and that it often may make more sense to walk if you're within a half mile of your destination.

Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways.

Everything ends In Mexico Mexico, An excellent place to die. Come some day and try Mexico.

I walked away a little disheartened, thinking, 'Oh well. I came a long way to meet the Wizard of Oz, but I guess I won't. Such is life.

It was, however, in keeping with the way my uncle conducted his life that he should reach his destination without knowing the name of the goal.

If you don't know where you are going, every road will get you nowhere. —HENRY KISSINGER

reached Plumstead

Look where you want to go.

That which is in locomotion must arrive at the half-way stage before it arrives at the goal.

There is no fifth destination.

The path to Mecca is extremely hard and stony, and the worst of it is that you never quite get there after all!

But all voyages come to an end, either at the shore or at the bottom of the sea

The choice had been made. The bomb was already looking ahead, to the terminus of its new trajectory.

she might never leave the road at all, but just hurry on and on until the wheels of the car were worn to nothing and she had come to the end of the world.

The journey itself was her positive action, her destination vague, unimagined, perhaps nonexistent.

The journey itself was her positive action, her destination vague, unimagined, perhaps nonexistent. She meant to savor each turn of her traveling, loving the road and the trees and the houses and the small ugly towns, teasing herself with the notion that she might take it into her head to stop just anywhere and never leave again.

People have to live and die somewhere, after all

She was well away from the city now, watching for the turning onto Route 39, that magic thread of road Dr. Montague had chosen for her, out of all the roads in the world, to bring her safely to him and to Hill House; no other road could lead her from where she was to where she wanted to be.

Three hundred years later, the van came to a stop.

When you get there, there is no there….