There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Pursuit is a rather desperate act in itself. There's something kind of frantic about the notion of pursuit.
There is in most passions a shrinking away from ourselves. The passionate pursuer has all the earmarks of a fugitive.
Everyone chases a bit of what they say life is about: money, desire... But when you stop chasing, you realise life is a rhythm and it's very peaceful, very quiet. You see, it's quite a miracle.
If you chase something too desperately, it eludes you.
There is no road too long to the man who advances deliberately and without undue haste; there are no honors too distant to the man who prepares himself for them with patience.
There are many paths but only one journey.
Many are stubborn in pursuit of the path they have chosen, few in pursuit of the goal.
For every path you choose, there is another you must abandon, usually forever.
Boy, there's nothing more thrilling than a chase. I'd often thought, over the years, that someone should do a whole film where it's nothing but a chase.
The only journey is the one within.