Quotes About Journey

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.

Too bad the freedom seemed like a prison. As his boots hit the mosaic floor at the bottom of the stairs, John Mellencamp's old-school, bic-lighter anthem echoed in his head-and though he'd always like the song okay, he'd never truly understood what it meant. Kind of wished that were still the case. Life goes on...long after the thrill of living is gone...

The quick and the dead are all the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo. You couldn"t take a peek at what you"d manufactured and decide, Oh, wait, I wanted to make sewing machines instead of machine guns; let me go back to the beginning and start again. One shot. That was all you got.

End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for a home.

Time keeps on...slippin'...slippin'...slippin' into the future, Adrian drawled as he walked around

Destiny is not a straightaway. It's cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do...and find ourselves where we are.

At times destiny just drove you to a destination and dropped your ass off and that was that. But on occasion you were able to pick the address. And if you had half a brain, no matter how hard it was or how weird it felt, you went into the house. And found yourself.

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not? - Wrath

Your past was the same as your skin: with you for life, both the proverbial beauty marks . . . and the scars.

You could choose some paths and not others. Not always, of course. At times destiny just drove you to a destination and dropped your ass off and that was that. But on occasion you were able to pick the address. And if you had half a brain, no matter how hard it was or how weird it felt, you went into the house. And found yourself.

He had been aware of the distance traveled by his heart, similar to the way a hiker became lost in the wilderness. A half mile out and you could still see where you had started, could easily find the way back home. But ten miles and a number of forks in your trail later and there was no going back. At that point, you had no choice but to marshal the resources to build yourself a shelter and put down fresh roots.

Truly it was the beginning of everything that followed, the starting line of the harrowing journey disguised in the form of a simple question. She was glad she didn't know where it would take her. Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out.

I'm not scared of death, it's the suffering that bothers me—and I know I can help that. It's the journey, not the outcome, that I can change, if that makes sense.

Algumas coisas estão destinadas a ser - Apenas nos leva um par de tentativas chegar lá.

we are every age we have ever been at each moment in our lives. We carry it all with us like luggage.

he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.

When do we ever know what we're walking into, he said in a low voice. Destiny is not a straightaway. It's cluttered with corners and all of them are dark. We make the turns we do ... and find ourselves where we are.

your quest?" Darius stepped inside. "I should

Funny how your life could be interrupted: You left a house expecting to come back, but then the path you were on took you left instead of around again to the right. How

Some things are destined to be— it just takes us a couple of tries to get there.

Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo.

God, he'd never thought about it properly before, but from the first heartbeat struck within a vital body, a bell got tolled and the clock started to run. A bargain you weren't even aware of having made was put into play, with destiny holding all the cards. As minutes and hours and days and months and years passed, history was written as you ran out of time until your last heartbeat marked the end of the ride and the time to tally wins and losses.

It's not about the things. It's about your place in this world. It's the space you declare as yours emotionally and spiritually.