Quotes About Journey

I was in a forest with no path, but people wanted me to know the way.

I now like who I am, and I think all I went through was for a purpose. I think it was God's plan to make me the person I've become.

Whether your pregnancy was meticulously planned, medically coaxed, or happened by surprise, one thing is certain - your life will never be the same.

I think that's what I love about my life. There's no maniacal master plan. It's just unfolding before me.

The search for God begins at the point of need.

I used to picture time as a rope you followed along, hand over hand, into the distance, but it's nothing like that. It moves outward but holds everything that's come before. Cut me open and I'm a tree trunk, rings of nostalgia radiating inward. All the years are nested inside me like I'm my own personal one-woman matryoshka doll. I guess that's true for everybody, but then I drive everybody crazy with my nostalgia and happiness. I am bittersweet personified.

We were trying to understand, then, what her life was about to become. I think we're still trying to understand.

Reading a good book can be like being on vacation!

Even if we had to go back, I decided it was worth it to ride that bus all the way out here. It was worth it just for Natalie to see the windmills. Even if she never saw anything like this again. Maybe at least she could hang on to the idea that there's something better out there, somewhere.

And then you notice the days are going by really fast. And they're all starting to look alike. And then you start to feel like this can't be it. This can't be all. This can't be . . . you know . . . a whole life. There has to be more.

I guess life is just a series of our own choices catching up with us.

Is that really love? When it happens so fast? She sighed. Paused the movie. Sighed again. Some would say it's only love after you've been together long enough to work out who takes out the trash. And there's something to that. That part of love where you have to work at it. Learn to live together. But when you set eyes on that person, it's something. Call it what you want. If it turns into love, then maybe it's just love in all its stages. It's still real

Jody picked his way downhill along Highway 22, Worthy trotting along beside him on an improvised rope leash. Jody didn't like the rope. It looked shabby, and the last thing he wanted was to mark the dog's value that way.

Hmm," he said. "Like the world is big again. No. Not again. Like I only thought it had gotten small while I was inside, but now I see it was big the whole time, just waiting out there. Waiting for me to come back.

Run, Steven. Run fast and far.

I looked down the endless stretch of highway and decided not to borrow trouble from too far down the road.

It's just that this might be the last train to happy. And you want to make sure to get on it." Felipe

Just for a brief moment she pictured leaving this place. Wondered how long they would be allowed to stay here and where she would go when this odd segment of her life was over. She had just left a life when she met Sarah and her grandmother—a life that was now completely in the past—and had not yet built a new one on her own. So the idea of returning to her own life felt nebulous at best, meaningless at worst. How could she go back to a life that did not yet exist

We all have to take ourselves out into the world, flaws and all. And find a way to make the adjustment.

lot of roads. Some not so happy. And it makes them what they are. So if you run around putting a pillow under people to cushion their fall . . . well, I'm just not sure it's quite the favor we think it is.

I have a number of questions. If I had half as many answers, I'd be in great shape.

he wouldn't meet August's eyes. "Um . . ." he said after a time. "We'll be too far away." "I've got my camera with the super zoom." Seth buckled the belt and threw it back on the picnic table with a huge, jangly clank. Then he took August by the arm and led him around to the rear door of the motor home.

It's hard to find a particular place when you don't one hundred percent know you're even looking for it,

All men should strive to learn before they die What they are running from, and to, and why. —Thurber