All Quotes By Tag: Path

“Not all paths offer a vista. But every path offers a lesson.”

“The secret is not following the right path, it’s following that right path to the end. Don’t quit, my friend, until you’ve arrived.”

“The path you walk today will determine where you are tomorrow.”

“You do not have to know which path you must take. That’s not how life works. You simply must be curious and daring enough to take a step into the unknown. That’s how you come to know.”

“The road to success is paved with the hot asphalt of failure.”

“I cannot believe the path to victory lies in staining our souls so black we become indistinguishable from those we fight.”

“Ten Keys To Success: Number 0; there is no easy or guaranteed recipe. Number 11: some else’s path to it will not be yours.”

“Ten Keys To Success: Number 0; there is no guaranteed or easy recipe. Number 11: some else’s path to it will not be yours.”

“When we consciously tie our most significant dreams to our daily actions, we pull ourselves out of the muck and step firmly onto the path that leads to success.”

“Time destroys, Time heals.Time will take your happiness away,Time will give you a reason to live.The wind is stormy, Tomorrow it will be placid.Time is making things fall apart today, But eventually time itself will create a new pathway!”

“Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild boar could be seen, trotting with steady stride along the edge of the road with her sow and a whole procession of young in tow. And then one’s heart beat faster upon advancing a little into the subtle light: one might have said that the path had suddenly become wild, thick with grass, its dark paving-slabs engulfed by nettles, blackthorn and sloe, so that it mingled up time past rather than crossing country-side, and perhaps it was going to issue forth, in the chiaroscuro of thicket smelling of moistened down and fresh grass, into one of those glades where animals spoke to men.”

“It was a fossilized path: the will which had cut this gash out of these solitary places so that the blood and sap would flow there was long since dead – and dead too were the circumstances which had guided this will. A whitish and indurated scar remained, gradually gnawed away by the earth like a flesh that heals itself, yet its direction was still vaguely cut into the horizon; a language and crepuscular sign rather than a way forward – a worn-out lifeline which still vegetated through the fallow land as it does on the palm of a hand. It was so old that, since it had been constructed, the very configuration of the land must have changed imperceptibly.”

“Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked with fresher traces of wheels and hooves, that once the meaning and even the very idea of a long journey was lost, sleep had not descended over it in one fell swoop: it had continued to steal a march here and there, in a discontinuous way, and over short distances, like a laborer who feels his cart jolt on a section of Roman road that crosses his field…”

“As our life is our main provisional value, ‘taking the time’ to interpret our experiences is a momentous choice. Time, life and choice outline a trilogy that can solve and unite so as to vanquish the powerlessness which we might face on our path. (Could time be patient?)”

“Each person’s path is different. Some may be easier or harder, longer or shorter, but each path is different, incomparable to one another. Enjoy your journey, it is yours and only yours.”