Anna Quindlen Quotes

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

Certainties are arrived at only on foot.

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

We rarely know where we are going; writing is a discovery.

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.

I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.

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.

Greatness is a road leading towards the unknown.

Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?

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.

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

The new frontier is here whether we seek it or not.

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

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.

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.

Wayfarer, the only way is your footsteps, there is no other. Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way- Only foam trails to the sea.

Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.

Life is a journey through a foreign land.

Writing is like building a bridge while you're on it. If you step forward you fall off and there's nothing in front of you.

Searching and the route we take are more important than making a find.

I am interested in the unknown, and the only path to the unknown is through breaking barriers, an often painful process.

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.

We are in a position similar to that of a mountaineer who is wandering over uncharted spaces, and never knows whether behind the peak which he sees in front of him and which he tries to scale there may not be another peak still beyond and higher up.