Quotes About Journey

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.

I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.

It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.

Why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

All of life is a foreign country.

most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.

Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.