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A path is a prior interpretation of the best way to traverse a landscape.
A mighty maze! But not without a plan.
Some journeys take you farther from where you come from, but closer to where you belong.
Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.
A journey awakens all our old fears of danger and risk. Your life is on the line. You are living by your own resources; you have to find your own way and solve every problem on the road.
Life is a JOURNEY, not a Stroll
Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can't go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.
Every journey has its share of stops and each one serves some purpose.
There are roads where people go, and where they should arrive is their mission.
To Travel without moving an inch.
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler?
That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in chaperoning trunks;Who stands in line at gates and wicketsTo spend his means on costly ticketsTo Irkutsk, Liverpool and YapAnd other dots upon the map.
There's a destination,a little up the road. From the habitations and the towns we know. A place we saw the lights turn low. The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
You look out of the car window on your right and are surprised to find that the narrow, worn strip that carries you has turned into a wide, smooth elegant road. The asphalt shines, and soon it separates out, rising to a hill with classy building, and you realize it leads to a settlement.
I walked past the stable and carriage house. The path took me cross the whole map of the world I knew. I hadn't yet seen the spinning globe in the house that showed the rest of it. p7
We make the path by walking.
Choose the paths which are not worn out by many feet!
If we are wayfarers who want to return home, then we must see the world as a means of transportation (terestibus vel marinis vehiculis) and always remember to distinguish the means and ends.
Roads were made for journeys not destinations
Some journeys don't have endings, they lead to new beginnings. These are the journeys that lead to great adventures!
We'll walk from here to the
I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bread by cities ... it is enough that i am surrounded by beauty.
The last wandering
I'm on a long journey around and through myself ...
The essence of travel is diffuse. It is never there on the spot as it were, but always beyond: its symbol is the horizon, and its interest always lies over that edge in the unseen.
Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.
I like intellectual journeys.
Journey IS the destination.
What a dynamic, handsome object is a path! How precise the familiar hill paths remain for our muscular consciousness! Oh, my roads and their cadence.
Some roads are so beautiful that you cannot know not whether you travel on the road or the road travels in you!
On the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.
We're all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house. Birth 'til death. We travel between the eternities.
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Life is a zigzag journey, they say, not much straight and easy on the way, but the wrinkles in the map, explorers know, smooth out like magic at the end of where we go.
Plans, endless walks without
Build Pathways and Roads Building pathways or roads can help you travel between your base and other places in your world.
Of journeying the benefits are many: the freshness it bringeth to the heart, the seeing and hearing of marvelous things, the delight of beholding new cities, the meeting of unknown friends, and the learning of high manners.
"Glorious, stirring sight!" murmured Toad ... "The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today - in next week tomorrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped- always somebody else's horizons! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!"
You make many small decisions as you drive your car, absorb some information as you read the newspaper, and conduct routine exchanges of pleasantries with a spouse or a colleague, all with little effort and no strain. Just like a stroll.
To take a journey of a thousand miles, you have to begin with the first step from the place where you stand; the romantic description of the journey and the things the body sees on the way and the description of the scenery are of no use unless you lift your foot and take the first step.
So now my road map has changed and I don't have a really clear idea of what the next stops are.
Your footsteps are the road, wanderer, and nothing else
there is no road, it is born of walking
and looking back, you gaze upon the path
to which you never shall return
there is no road, wanderer
only wakes upon the sea
Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird.
To walk on the road is a journey; to sit under the tree is a journey! Everything we do is a journey to somewhere!
That roads are for journeys, ma'am, not destinations
Journeys start from where we are. Everything starts from where we are. Where we are is where we're supposed to be.
I would go from one city to the next, inspired by the monks in the Middle Ages, who would carry knowledge from one monastery to the next monastery.
It is this broken road with pitfalls and sharp turns and unexpected traverses that has brought me joy and adventure.
Sometimes a journey arises out of hope and instinct, the heady conviction, as your finger travels along the map: Yes, here and here ... and here. These are the nerve-ends of the world ...
The promenade is a special subset of walking.
Have learned that the swiftest traveller is he that goes afoot.
Traveler, there is no path, the path must be
forged as you walk.
There's no need to travel anywhere. Journey within yourself.
The real traveller is the one who continues his journey even if the road ends!
I looked north, in its direction - the very thought of that bridge a beacon to me. I looked south, to where I'd been, to the wild land that had schooled and scorched me, and considered my options. There was only one, I knew. There was always only one. To keep walking.
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
We have all become wayfarers and travellers marching on and on ... Yet,for those who can adapt themselves to this continuous journeying,there is no regret and they would not have it otherwise.A reture to the dull uneventful past is unthinkable.
If you are an adventurer, you will not be interested in where the road goes or where the road ends; you just keep going!
If the path you are walking today won't lead you to your desired destination, then you are STROLLING
Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.
You need new roads to discover new places!
One who journeying Along a way he knows not, having crossed A place of drear extent, before him sees A river rushing swiftly toward the deep, And all its tossing current white with foam, And stops and turns, and measures back his way.
Deep walkability describes a city that is built in such a way that you can move from one area to another on foot, on bicycle, on transit and have an experience that remains a pleasant one, that you feel you are welcome not just in the neighborhood but moving between neighborhoods.
Roads are made for horses and men of business. I do not travel in them much, comparatively, because I am not in a hurry to get to any tavern or grocery or livery-stable or depot to which they lead.
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Walked without a destination. Explored without a purpose.
I learned to travel, then I travelled to learn.
Down the steps,
... over the corpses,
... careers the pram with the child.
Strolled around, here to see and do
A wise walker will set out early, keeping an open mind on how far to travel, allowing each day's adventure to evolve.
In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow.
True navigation begins in the human heart. It's the most important map of all.
I read. That's my form of travel.
A map is not a journey.
We are all roamers of vast spaces and travelers in many ages.
Dreamers of dreams may be pathfinders; but they may be mere vagrants. Of those who depart from the pavements, only a few are explorers: the rest are mere jaywalkers
Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.
A path is made by walking on it.
You can handle any and all of these sixteen routes, from the highest paved road in the Pyrenees to the flat woods through the Medoc. It all depends on your lungs, thighs, patience and proper selection of grandparents.
Anyone who has ever asked for directions knows you need two crucial pieces of information to get good results: a starting point and a destination.
And the roads beckoned us to wander...
As we plotted Zeke and Sue's course, we utilized an atlas. But, if you tried to recreate the trip, it would drive you crazy since we changed the names of not only the highways, but also most of the towns.
Where roads are made I lose my way.
In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.
A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and already behind you there is no trace that you were ever there.
The road recedes as the traveler advances, leaving a continuous present.
If you would know my path and follow in its way, then know the land about, both track and willage, in its bridge and in its drownings. Know the outcast rat-shacks, relic stones and gill-halls. Mark each path above and know the underpath below, its secret way from vault to treasure hole.' My
My greatest pleasure is to travel down an unfamiliar road.
You have another long walk before you.
The finest mode of transport known to man.
Roads remain the essential network of the non-virtual world. They are the infrastructure upon which almost all other infrastructure depends. They are the paths of human endeavor.
Journey Before Destination.
A journey is the way to see and feel the diversity of humanity.
Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide
I'd like to take a long walk, to the edge of something.
central thoroughfare, stood a
Dream-travelers, there is no path, paths are made by dreaming.
Map Your Own Journey Go on your own journey. Don't let others hold you back; don't hold them back. Don't judge their journey, and don't let them judge yours. All persons are free to have the experiences their souls lead them to.
When my way is too rough for my feet, or too steep for my strength, I get off it to some smooth velvet path which fancy has scattered over with rosebuds of delights; and, having taken a few turns in it, come back strengthened and refreshed.
To accomplish our destiny it is not enough to merely guard prudently against road accidents. We must also cover before nightfall the distance assigned to each of us.
You can't really walk anywhere. Where are you going to go? Everything closes at a certain hour and it's a highway with bars on it; that's what it is.
How do you expect to arrive at the end of your journey if you take the road to another man's city?(100)