Mary E. Pearson Quotes

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.

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.

Only the journey matters.

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

Winning and losing aren't all they're cracked up to be, but the trip to the destination is.

Life is just a journey.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

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.

Certainties are arrived at only on foot.

I always say it is not the arrival; it is the journey.

The longest journey begins with a single step, not with the turn of an ignition key. That’s the best thing about walking, the journey itself. It doesn’t much matter whether you get where you’re going or not. You’ll get there anyway. Every good hike brings you eventually back home. Right where you started.

The journey is the reward

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.

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.

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

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.

So much better to travel than to arrive.

The journeythe journey, I promise you, is the greatest thing ever. The destination always takes care of itself.

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

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.

My direction? Anywhere. Because one is always nearer by not keeping still.

There is no difference in the destination, the only difference is in the journey.

I don't know where we're going or how we'll get there, but when we get there we'll be there - and that's something, even if it's nothing.

So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.

The journey is the treasure.