If you do not know where you want to go, it doesn’t matter which path you take.
If you don’t know where you’re going any road will do.
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
You never know what’s around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you’ve climbed a mountain.
Follow your own star!
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
Crossing at a ford occurs often in a man’s lifetime. It means setting sail even though your friends stay in harbour, knowing the route, knowing the soundness of your ship and the favour of the day.
Don’t settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon.
I think the thing to do is enjoy the ride while you’re on it.
I’m an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
You must forge your own path for it to mean anything.
Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.
That’s the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.
The journey is part of the experience – an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent. One doesn’t take the A train to Mecca.
Everything valuable takes time, there are no overnight successes.
I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know, everything that shines ain’t always gonna be gold. But I’ll be fine once I get it, I’ll be good.
Enjoy the journey of life and not just the endgame.
Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong.
We’re all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house. Birth ’til death. We travel between the eternities.