Quotes About Journey

I feel I'm living on pain, riding on it, like a sea.

But I had come to where I had never been before, the blessed point of sufficient desperation.

I see him as a god from elsewhere who has lost his way . . .

She has somehow missed the bus of life.

The lid has come off and whatever was inside it has certainly got out. Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder?

And she wondered now how she could go on existing through the successive moments of her life.

You can't go through the looking-glass without cutting yourself.

How we tracked him, you most of all of course, and lost him and found him.

He had to go there because of Patrick; and because it was fated. Yes, that gave him courage, to feel that he had not sought it, it had come upon him, and however fruitless or disastrous that journey might be, he had to undertake it, because it was his fate.

In a way it does not matter where I am. In another way where I am is fated.

And he could not help being a little bit cheered up and consoled as he got into the Bentley and set off alone for Oxford.

It was a voyage into the absurd.

Now that the doors of possibility had magically opened one after the other, Ludens realised how much comfort he had derived from uncertainty.

There are secret saints with strange destinies.

Year after year he wondered if he should go back and year after year felt it all recede from him past hope, past endeavour . . . He could not find his way back there.

Well, it's such an adventure we shall talk about it forever!

I'm being led — on some dark way.

N it's fuckin well beyond violence, it's beyond even sexual; it's a kind ay love, a fuckin bizarre, vain-glorious self-adoration, way past the fuckin ego even. Ah'm findin somethin...ah'm...but it's what bein a hard man is aboot; it's a journey, a fuckin self-destructive quest tae find yir limits, cause they fuckin limits eywis come in the form ay a harder man. A big, stong, stiff-hard man whae can dae it for ye, whae can teach ye, show ye whaire ye stand, where yir fuckin parameters ur.

You're nothing but a work-in-progress until that day you fall out of this world into the land ay dead men's trousers.

La vita si può capire solo riandando indietro, ma devi viverla andando avanti.

How far would I travel To be where you are? How far is the journey From here to a star?

How can a young person learn whether he chose the correct way? He thinks he has a special idea, and then he discovers that he is completely inappropriate for it.

From this vantage point he came to a realization that everything that had happened to him before this had been a journey upward through time, everything that occurred after it a descent. If he could not control his fate, why be born?

Sometimes I think that just as trains and carriages are means of locomotion to get us from one place to another on this earth, so typhoid and consumption are means of locomotion to get us from one world to another.