Quotes About Journey

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Si je vais à la boulangerie et n'en ressors qu'avec le pain, j'ai loupé la vie.

Remember that progress is not linear either. Sometimes you make great progress for a while and then you slide back a little. That's OK. Don't give up.

Nama'rie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar. Nai elye hiruva. Namarie! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!

Philosophy is the toil which can never tire persons engaged in it. All ways are strewn with roses, and the farther you go, the more enchanting objects appear before you and invite you on.

Našao je zemlju izlaze?eg sunca pa je pšeni?no zrno, koje je neplodno, bacakano vetrom, najzad naišlo na grudu zemlje koja ?e ga primiti da uhvati koren i da se razvije.

for it traded what should never be traded. It delivered me into the unknown and erased my father's name. I could not know that this was just the first of many erasures. I

Happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won--some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it--but something to carry doggedly with you through everything, as humble and ordinary as your gear and supplies.

It was not a happy ending but a happy middle--at last, after so many fraught beginnings.

I've always imagined that one day the path of your life would unroll at your feet and carry you away from us. As it should, as it must. But I am glad that day is not today.

It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him.

If this were a book or movie, she thought, she'd be able to read the stars and get her bearings. Characters always had just the right random skill set to master the situation at hand. Like, Thank god for that summer on an uncle's smuggling boat and the handsome deckhand who taught me celestial navigation. Ha.

Once upon a time… A journey began, that would stitch all the worlds together with light.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

It's like all my life I've been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I'm not a tower at all. I'm a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent.

A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here.

We only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.

She wanted to climb out of her life as if it were a seashell she could abandon on the shore and walk away from, barefoot.

It was not a happy ending, but a happy middle - at last, after so many fraught beginnings. Their story would be long. Much would be written of them, some of it in verse, some sung, and some in plain prose, in volumes to be penned for the archives of cities not yet built.

It was a bold, wild life for a faerie - most never even left their forests - but she was a bold, wild lass, and so were her daughter and granddaughter after her, and their place in the world was everywhere and nowhere, like gypsies on wing. No home had they but their caravans and campfires, and no family but the one they'd cobbled together of crows, creatures and kindred souls they'd met on their endless journey round and round the world.

maybe she was losing her mind. or maybe… maybe she was finding it.

Saved from war by poor navigation?

What was he? Storyteller and secretary and doer of odd jobs, neither Tizerkane nor delegate, just someone along for the dream.

How often did this happen to people, this not knowing where in the world you were?