It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
Find the journey's end in every step.
The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.
To live the greatest number of good hours is wisdom.
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.
To finish the moment, to find the journey's end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom.
Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.
The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.
They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.
My father was my mother's home, the one place that she knew she could be safe. It was all a journey of faith for him, and I think he felt like if you don't find more love and understanding at the end of a journey like that, then you are lost - and if you only find hate and resentment, it will destroy you. I believe that.
. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .
long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in: but Providence in kindness to us causes us to forget it. It is much the same with lying-in women. Heaven permits this forgetfulness that the world may be peopled, and that folks may take journeys to Provence.
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