Antonio Porchia Quotes

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.

Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.

The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing.

The French word for wanderlust or wandering is 'errance.' The etymology is the same as 'error.' So to wander is to make mistakes. In other words, to make mistakes, to make errors is sort of the idea of learning through trial and error, allowing the mistakes to be part of the process.

We're lost, but we're making good time.

Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. (Walk, there is no path, the path is made by walking.)

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.

There is no way of truly knowing where a road will lead until it is walked.

I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.

The beginning and the end are never really the journey of discovery for me. It is the middle that remains a puzzle until well into the writing. That's how life is most of the time, isn't it? You know where you are and where you hope to wind up. It's the getting there that's challenging.

XXIX Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller, there is no path The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again Traveller, there is no road Only wakes in the sea.

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say

I'm simply following the journey.

One of the greatest joys known to man is to take a flight into ignorance in search of knowledge.

Not all those who wander are lost.

We don't know all the answers. If we knew all the answers we'd be bored, wouldn't we? We keep looking, searching, trying to get more knowledge.

I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.

The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot.

I love the leisurely amplitude, the spaciousness, of taking a walk, of heading somewhere, anywhere, on foot. I love the sheer adventure of it: setting out and taking off.

I like to move forward and notice things along the roadside that indicate where I should go.

Greatness is a road leading towards the unknown.

Anytime I feel lost, I pull out a map and stare. I stare until I have reminded myself that life is a giant adventure, so much to do, to see.

Knowledge is an unending adventure at the edge of uncertainty.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.