Quotes About Journey

If I could smile, I would. Lonely? How could I be lonely with friends like this on the journey?

One thing you learn when you've lived as long as I have—people aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives. Right now, I'm pleased to be in the light.

People aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all our lives.

People say it all started the day that newlywed couple died at the face of Exit Glacier, but they just say that because people like things to have a beginning and an end.

One can never truly master the art of driving, because no journey is ever exactly the same," Scythe Curie told her. "But once you've gained proficiency, it can be rewarding—freeing, even.

Hidupnya seperti lapangan bola, bukan? Selalu penuh garis, struktur, dan peraturan, tak pernah berubah. Tapi sekarang dia sudah dilambungkan melewati dinding memasuki wilayah tak dikenal. [P. 118]

Homesick, Grace?" he asks, as they near the town. "Home always makes me sick," she says. "Drive on.

This, I know, is a rabbit hole down which only darkness lies, and yet, down it I must dive, into the parts of my own backbrain that not even I know exist...

One can never truly master the art of driving, because no journey is ever exactly the same.

People aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives.

You'll find your own path. It may not bring you redemption, it might not even bring you peace, but it will keep you from despising yourself.

Then they pull onto Route 66, heading east into a world that's ripe for saving.

One thing you learn when you've lived as long as I have —people aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives. Right now, I'm pleased to be in the light.

By nine o'clock all signs of land were gone, and the bright morning sky was dotted with occasional puffs of meandering clouds.

we longed for healing and happiness—as if happiness is a state of being. But it's not. Happiness is a vector. It's movement.

É o preço que se paga, minha querida. Não dá para deixar sua marca sem coletar alguns egos ao longo do caminho.

You'll find your own path. It may not bring you redemption, it might not even bring you peace, but it will keep you from despising yourself.

You're like a salmon swimming upstream, Lev offers. "It's inside you to do it. And it's inside me to help you get there." "Salmon." Cy looks thoughtful. "I once saw this poster about a salmon. It was jumping up this waterfall, see? But there was a bear at the top, and the fish, it was jumping right into the bear's mouth. The caption beneath— it was supposed to be funny—said, The journey of a thousand miles sometimes ends very, very badly.

if one is found just start the rest and u might understand what comes next

It's time, Old Captain, lift anchor, sink! The land rots; we shall sail into the night; if now the sky and sea are black as ink our hearts, as you must know, are filled with light. Only when we drink poison are we well — we want, this fire so burns our brain tissue, to drown in the abyss — heaven or hell, who cares? Through the unknown, we'll find the new. (Le Voyage)

Each day we take another step to hell, Descending through the stench, unhorrified

Each day we're one step further into Hell, Content to move across the stinking pit.

He sadly resumes his path toward a desert that he knows is similar to the one he just crossed, escorted by the pale phantom they call Reason, who lights up the aridity of his path with a weak lantern, and who, when the thirst of passion comes back from time to time, quenches it with the poison of ennui.

Oh Muerte, capitana, ya es tiempo, el ancla alcemos! Nos hastía esta tierra, ¡oh Muerte!, ¡hay que zarpar! Si son de tinta negros cielo y mar cual los vemos, nuestros pechos, que ahondaste, sólo saben brillar. ¡Vierte en nosotros el veneno que conforta! Mientras arda este fuego que en el cerebro llevo, sondeemos el abismo, Cielo, Infierno: ¿qué importa? ¡Al fondo de lo Ignoto para encontrar lo nuevo!