Quotes About Journey

we always bring ourselves with us wherever we go.

Recuerdo que en esos momentos pensé que aquel recorrido, aquel paseo hasta el altar, era el más difícil que nadie tendría que hacer jamás. En todos los sentidos, fue un paseo para recordar.

Faith is a footbridge that you don't know will hold you up over the chasm until you're forced to walk out onto it.

Each death is as unique as each life.

The truth about life was that nothing ever ended until you died, and even then you just left a whole bunch of unresolved narratives behind you.

Well, I'd like my life to be like a Bruce Springsteen song.

Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel.

So this is supposed to be about the how, and when, and why, and what of reading -- about the way that, when reading is going well, one book leads to another and to another, a paper trail of theme and meaning; and how, when it's going badly, when books don't stick or take, when your mood and the mood of the book are fighting like cats, you'd rather do anything but attempt the next paragraph, or reread the last one for the tenth time.

If he'd known how long he was going to spend in the airport lounge of his own life, he'd have made different travel arrangements

He was a story at least, even if he never became anything else.

But I want to see Clara, Charlie's friend, who's right up my street. I want to see her because I don't know where my street is; I don't even know which part of town it's in, which city, which country, so maybe she'll enable me to get my bearings.

like being able to see how I got from Deep Purple to Howlin' Wolf in twenty-five moves; I am no longer pained by the memory of listening to "Sexual Healing" all the way through a period of enforced celibacy, or embarrassed by the reminder of forming a rock club at school, so that I and my fellow fifth-formers could get together and talk about Ziggy Stardust and Tommy.

All that night he thought like boomerangs fly: an idea would shoot way off into the distance, all the way to a caravan in Hollywood and, for a moment, when he had got as far away from school and reality as it was possible to go, he was reasonably happy; then it would begin the return journey, thump him on the head, and leave him in exactly the place he had started from. And all the time it got nearer and nearer to the morning.

And if you never go anywhere or do anything, life is cheap.

I would like my personal reading map to resemble a map of the British Empire circa 1900; I'd like people to look at it and think, 'How the hell did he end up right over there?

At hun er i live er bra, men det er ikke dét det handler om.

music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostalgic and hopeful all at the same time.

She had come out tonight because she believed there had to be a present tense, somewhere, and she'd followed Gav and Barnesy because she'd hoped they knew where it was. Is. And they'd dragged her to yet another haunted house.

There were no more hurdles. Now all they had to do was walk, and see how far they could get.

We shall see the crumbs of bread...and they will show us our way home again.

She could become anyone she wishes. But how will she know she is still herself?

She walked the spiral corridor, running her hand along the painted horizon - sea, beach, dunes, woods, moors - the journey of her people from over the sea. The story of the Anglisc, woven with Woden back to the dawn of their songs. Ships. Fire. Bright swords. Kin and kine. Woods and wold. Hearth and home. Where was Christ in this? Christ didn't fight. Christ didn't farm.

Girls have to go somewhere dangerous every now and then just so they know they can find their way home.

Era normal ensartar las palabras en un hilo para guiarlas y evitar que se extraviaran por el camino hacia su destino