Hozier Quotes

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

Tourists don't know where they've been, travelers don't know where they're going.

I don't know where I'm really going to cha cha, but hopefully I can find a place.

He traveled in order to come home.

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

When I got to Chicago I had to find my way.

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.

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.

My life is the road, man. I need to keep moving.

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

You don't know where you'll end up.

In the end, what I'm trying to say as a person who does all this travel and fashions these images is that you arrive at an approximate location but never one destination.

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

Travel. It was an intransitive verb. It didn't involve any destinations. It was going to the going's sake, to be anywhere but where you were, with motion itself as the only object.

I am driven out of fatherlands and motherlands. Thus I now love only my children's land, yet undiscovered, in the farthest sea; for this I bid my sails search and search.

We're on a road to nowhere, come on inside. Takin' that ride to nowhere, we'll take that ride. I'm feelin' okay this mornin', and you know, we're on the road to paradise, here we go, here we go.

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

One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.

He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. 'It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,' he used to say. 'You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.

But this road doesn't go anywhere,” I told him. “That doesn't matter.” “What does?” I asked, after a little while. “Just that we're on it, dude,” he said.

There are no wrong roads to anywhere.

Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.