Quotes About Journey

She thought about the chain of choices that had led her here. A ten-degree shift anywhere along the way and everything would be different.

The trip from Portland to New York City was like climbing Mount Everest without oxygen. It went on and on, and by the time you reached your destination, there was no sensation left in your extremities.

Hope is a coin I carry: an American penny, given to me by a man I came to love. There were times in my journey when I felt as if that penny and the hope it represented were the only things that kept me going.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us. —MARCEL PROUST

The true voyage of self-discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. —MARCEL PROUST

She wanted to pray, but her faith felt far away, the remnant of another woman's life.

Mama was engaged in a continual quest to "find" herself. In the past few years, she'd tried EST and the human potential movement, spiritual training, Unitarianism. Even Buddhism. She'd cycled through them all, cherry-picked pieces and bits. Mostly, Leni thought, Mama had come away with T-shirts and sayings. Things like, What is, is, and what isn't, isn't. None of it seemed to amount to much.

Time. Hers had gone too fast. She'd only just discovered who she was.

Seeing where we're going ain't any better than seeing where we've been. The view never changes.

Maybe it had all happened the way it needed to, maybe they'd each crossed their own oceans -hers of damaged love and loss, his of pain- to be here again together, where they belonged.

Have we? Have we lost our light, or have we perhaps just glimpsed it for the first time?

I close my eyes and in the darkness that smells of mildew and bygone lives, my mind casts back, a line thrown across years and continents.

he would learn that some roads could not be refound and that true love took time and effort Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that a life lived in the glare of summer sunlight never produced a rainbow.

The love, it comes in the beginning of her life and at the end of yours.

Onu özlüyordu. Onu ar?yordu. Onun için endiÅŸeleniyordu. Bunlar onun gece yolculuklar?yd?.

Hope is a coin I carry, given to me by a woman I will always love, and I hold it now as I journey west, part of a new generation of seekers. The first Martinelli to go to college. A girl.

Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don't belong and then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps.

Sixty miles north of Los Angeles.

first time. She'd

hinterlands of a broken family.

Suntem facuti din amintirile noastre, Tul. La final, asta e singurul bagaj pe care il iei cu tine. Dragostea si amintirile, doar ele raman.

Meil?.Visa ko pradžia ir pabaiga,pamatas, lubos ir tai,kas viduryje.

How can I start at the beginning, when all I can think about is the end?

Maybe under the bridge at Deception Pass.