Quotes About Journey

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Beyond the Mountains of the Moon, around the curve of the earth, my shadow streched, and within me scratched and crawled small living things, I was sand and rock. My innards were crusted with gems. My heart was molten.

A period is just the beginning of a lifelong sentence.

There are things I want in life - things I need, things I mean to do,' Olivia went on. 'I just don't know what they are.

Who says you only get one? If you're lucky, you will meet The One, The Two, The Three.....and so on. Nesta

In the beginning, one soul split into two creating soul mates. And ever the two shall wander seeking each other. -Unknown

she'd felt as

Journeying over many seas & through many countries I came dear brother to this pitiful leave-taking The last gestures by your graveside The futility of words over your quiet ashes. Life cleft us from each other Pointlessly depriving brother of brother Accept then, our parents' custom These offerings, this leave-taking Echoing forever, brother, through a brother's tears

Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum illuc, unde negant redire quemquam. Ahora él va por camino tenebroso allí, donde niegan volver a nadie.

Life is funny isn't it? Just when you think you've got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you're heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you're lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction. And that's with following all the signposts

I knew that the Name was still with him, animating his soul, even as his body failed.

What an odd course fate charts for us, does it not? Bereavement is the unwelcome current that forced you to an unintended harbor. But here, perhaps, the vessel lies that will carry you onward to the place where you were always meant to go.

saddleback fever.

Let's go then," I whispered. "Let's go and live, since we have no choice in it.

Geraldine Brooks

I need, I suppose, to account for my life, and for my part in Caleb's crossing from his world into mine, and what flowed on from it.

I had begun this journey following him into the hidden corners of his world and here it ended with him crossed over into the brightest heights of mine.

I've watched them. Watched them walking with this stupid smile on their faces into the biggest risk you can take in this life.

To have saved this small, singular one—this alone seemed reason enough that I lived. I knew then that this was how I was meant to go on: away from death and toward life, from birth to birth, from seed to blossom, living my life amongst wonders.

To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life.

Leave comfort root-room.

Men kan weg moeten, zonder dat men ergens heen moet. Dat zijn de gevallen, dat men ergens vandaan moet.

Ons leven is een sterven, aan de kant van de weg. Maar dit terzijde.

Wat ik opschrijf is (...) het levensverhaal van een dolende pelgrim in de woestijn van glas en beton die maatschappij heet.