Quotes About Journey

Pass not beneath, O Caravan, or pass not singing. Have you heard That silence where the birds are dead yet something pipeth like a bird?

We are called upon to live Christ's life. We are called into the desert to meet the demon within. We are called to face God alone in the night of our own solitude. We are called to die with Jesus, in order to live with him. We are asked to lose all, to be emptied out, in order to be filled with the very fullness of God.

All of us started normal. All of us started out as functioning human beings with the potential to do almost anything we wanted, but somewhere along the paths of our lives, we got lost.

Life, not death, is the great mystery you must confront.

He pulled out turned west and started driving towards the glow it was thousands of miles away, he started driving towards the glow.

If you want to be whole, you must first be partial.

That's how life works. You know it when you know it. They're nineteen and in love. Alone except for each other. Jobless and homeless, looking for something, somewhere, anywhere here. They're on a sixteen-line highway. Driving west.

She leans forward and she kisses me. Though it is the same as before, it isn't the same at all. It is more, stronger, weaker, deeper, quieter, louder. It is more, vulnerable, impenetrable, fragile, secure, unprotected, completely protected. It is more, open, deeper, full, simpler, true. It is more. True. She pulls away her lips pull away. Without words we walk hand in hand through the thick Wood.

There are three shelves with about forty books on each shelf. As I look through them, I am hoping for something that will take me away from here.

I think much of my own quest in life is to figure out how best to cope with my own uncertainties.

What I quickly learned after my diagnosis is that the world of a cancer patient has many parts and a good deal of uncertainty.

I'm blessed to be where I am, but there are a lot of uncertainties in this life.

Ulysses finds himself unchanged, aside from his experience, at the end of his odyssey.

Travelers are always discoverers, especially those who travel by air. There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.

There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.

I never knew I was a songwriter. I didn't even know I was a singer. My parents just got me a guitar 'cause my uncle told them to get me one, and I started fooling with it.

Finally after 19 years of stage work Shyam Benegal noticed me and I got my first break as an actor in 'Ankur' after that I have been seen on and off on screen as a bad guy, as a father or as an uncle.

My family moved from Massachusetts to Maryland after my sophomore year of high school, and that's when I got the audition for 'Uncle Buck.' I took the train into New York, and I think I did the test with John Candy. Then I got the part, and it was my first movie and my first screen anything.

Due to the comparison with our dad and uncle, the expectations were humongous. From that to people saying that my music has my signature has been a long journey. The fight has been worth the while.

The most uncomfortable thing about going to space is coming home. It's a little strange to get used to gravity again.

I don't dream - only if I'm uncomfortable or I'm going through something.

Prayer for many is like a foreign land. When we go there, we go as tourists. Like most tourists, we feel uncomfortable and out of place. Like most tourists, we therefore move on before too long and go somewhere else.

I don't like when you necessarily know that this is the end of the movie. I like when a movie ends abruptly. You go through this, and some of the scenes are uncomfortable, and some are funny - and then suddenly it's over.

In the best writers, the outward-reaching interest in the 'found subject' leads back at a hairpin to some uncomfortable inner recognition that the writer has journeyed very far to see; he comes home half-dead.