Quotes About Journey

I went down and down,' he remembered, 'until the wingtips of angels brushed my eyes.

Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take her far away into the west lands where this war does not reach." Warrior's voice shook with emotion. "To a new place, Hunter. You know the words of the song.

You will learn the meaning of this spit image, no? And say it to me. When we meet again?" Loretta tightened her hand on the reins. "Yes, if we meet again." He glanced over at her, his expression suddenly solemn. "We walk backward in our footsteps, eh? Maybe you will walk forward a new way when we reach your wooden walls. You could be a little bit happy as my woman, no?

No. My daughter walks with you. Choose your way carefully, yes? The trail ahead of you will be steep at times. At others, it may be rocky and narrow. You must be certain you go along a path that leaves room for her to journey beside you.

I will go wherever the Great Ones lead me," Hunter whispered. "You know I will. It's just that I can't see the path they want me to follow. There is no one to lead me." "The path will be there. When you turn your face westward you will know , deep within, where to place your feet." Warrior's voice rang with certainty.

Well, I guess this is it." "For this little bit time." She looked up. "Hunter, you mustn't--" He leaned toward her and crossed her lips with a finger. "You can read my trail, eh? You can walk in my footsteps and come to me. I will leave you signs.

I'm leaving on a journey." "Ah, yes, a journey. Where are you going?" Hunter ignored the question. It was one thing to surrender to his woman, but quite another to admit it to his brother.

Where are we going?" she asked. "You will see." She cast an uneasy glance at the knife on his belt. Then her eyes trailed up his muscular torso to his face. The breeze caught his hair, pulling it back so she had an unimpeded view of his features. She had grown so accustomed to the slash on his cheek, she scarcely noticed it now. Instead she saw the proud lift of his squared chin, the high line of his cheekbones, the chiseled profile of his nose and forehead.

We must go west. Alone, Blue Eyes, leaving all that we are behind. All those we love, your people, my people." Loretta caught his face between her hands, shaking with the intensity of her emotions. "Hunter, you are my people. I'll follow you anywhere.

You aren't lost, Hunter. The words in your song will guide you. And when you falter, your Great Ones will lead you--to the place we're meant to find. We will sing the People's songs to our children. The Comanche and tosi tivo will live as one forever. Don't you see? You and I are the beginning." She arched her back to see into his eyes. "Hunter and his yellow-hair, together as one.

What will lead her back to me, pia ?" Woman with Many Robes smiled. "Fate, Hunter. It guides our footsteps. It will guide hers.

A-are you going on a raid tomorrow after you take me home?" He glanced up from his work. "With this? His dark eyes filled with laughter as he peered along the crooked shaft of the lance. "Blue Eyes, a crooked tse-ak such as this would kill my friend beside me.

Where we begin is not necessarily our starting point. Every journey has it's mileposts.

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some twenty more miles on an old two-lane country road. Traffic was light, just a couple of pickups and a Volkswagen

Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage.

Okla ete ablotse. 'My spirit has traveled abroad even if my body has not.

All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique

He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.

None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.

Because sometime, somehow, the god spoke your name. You took a step too far and here you are. None of us can ever go back. Even if we wanted to.

Do you seek the key to Incarceron? Look inside yourself. It has always been hidden there. - The mirror of dreams to Sapphique

The world is not dead. The world is alive and breathes. The world is the whim of God, and her journey is forever.

Every life is a piece of art put together with all means available.