Where I come from Nobody knows; And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows.
Life is just a journey.
Since we don't know where we're going, we have to stick together in case someone gets there.
Thank you, Sam," he said in a cracked whisper. "How far is there to go?" I don't know," said Sam, "because I don't know where we're going.
If you don't know where you're going, it doesn't matter if your alarm doesn't go off in the morning.
Does anyone really know where they're going to?
We who draw do so not only to make something observed visible to others, but also to accompany something invisible to its incalculable destination
Do you know where you going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know?
I can't tell where the journey will end But I know where to start
I can't tell you where I'm going . . . but I can tell you where I come from.
The truth is, most of us discover where we are headed when we arrive.
Life to me is a journey - you never know what may be your next destination.
If I had an unlimited budget, I would really be probing that question of life because we know what the questions are, and we know what the destinations are.
It's just as difficult to reach a destination you don't have, as it is to come back from a place you've never been.
I recently learned that in an average lifetime a person walks about sixty-five thousand miles. That's two and a half times around the world. I wonder where your steps will take you. I wonder how you'll use the rest of the miles you're given.
