quotes

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. John Steinbeck

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road. Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Man's real home is not a house, but the Road, and that life itself is a journey to be walked on foot.” ― Bruce Chatwin, What Am I Doing Here?

Prendi quest'è l'immagine de' miei passati giorni La Traviata, Giuseppe Verdi www.youtube.com/watch?v=xk3vdeiNHzY

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. William Shakespeare

Con rose di Normandia o con fiori di gelosia blocca quel tuo angelo prima che corra via . L'angelo e la pazienza, Ivano Fossati

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor. Charles Dickens

As a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. S.T.Coleridge, The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner

I am Winter, that do keep Longing safe amidst of sleep: Who shall say if I were dead What should be remembered? William Morris

The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound! S.T.Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. Emily Dickinson

It's a pity we don't whistle at one another like birds.Words are misleading. Harold Laxness

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknowns, and in between, there are doors. William Blake

"There is another world, but it is in this one.” William Butler Yeats

Ho sceso, dandoti il braccio, almeno un milione di scale e ora che non ci sei è il vuoto ad ogni gradino. Eugenio Montale

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. William Butler Yeats

"It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sunsets sterner... November always seemed to me the Norway of the year." Emily Dickinson

Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind. S.T.Coleridge