The journey, not the destination, matters...
Perfection is an impossible destination.
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations. The best is yet to come.
My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.
Fascism may be good at making the trains run on time, but you wouldn’t like some of the destinations.
My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
Hope is the destination that we seek. Love is the road that leads to hope. Courage is the motor that drives us. We travel out of darkness into faith.
What keeps you going isn’t some fine destination but just the road you’re on, and the fact that you know how to drive.
Writers and travelers are mesmerized alike by knowing of their destinations.
Happiness is a road traveled, not a destination.
It’s impossible to map out a route to your destination if you don’t know where you’re starting from.
Travel is at its most rewarding when it ceases to be about your reaching a destination and becomes indistinguishable from living your life.
A good leader remains focused. Controlling your destination is better than being controlled by it.
Education is a lifelong journey whose destination expands as you travel.
Happiness, I have grasped, is a destination, like strawberry Fields. Once you find the way in, there you are, and you’ll never feel low again.
Enjoy the journey, because the destination is a mirage.
Some of the great pictures happen along the journey and not necessarily at your destination.
The journey is the destination.
The search is more important than the destination.
To get more clarity, take a step in the direction of the destination.