Quotes About Journey

love is a mission a man goes on every day. A mission a man never completes until death.

Some stories, Mr. Whittier would say, you tell them and you use them up. Other stories, they use you up.

Who you are from moment to moment is just a story.

DoÄŸumunuz, hayat?n?z boyunca düzeltmeye çal??aca??n?z bir hatad?r.

Si me despertara en un lugar distinto, en un momento diferente, ¿lograría despertarme siendo otra persona?

If ever she is to die, it should be out here, in space. Born from stardust, returned to stardust.

Han grins and laughs and tries not to get crushed. "C'mon, Chewie. Set new coordinates. It's time to get you home.

Of course it's a wizard van.

Good story thrives on protagonists in pain.

Story should be a descent -- the feeling that there is an intense gravity to the narrative that draws you down, down, down.

Furthermore … WE NEED TO UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL JOURNEY

Stories drag you through the mud of multiple emotions and through the thorn-tangle of thinky thoughts.

Follow the right wall. Right meaning the direction—pick the wall to the right of you and keep following it, and if it dead-ends, you stay on the right and turn around. Ultimately in this way, a maze would stretch out like a line—or was it a circle?—and you would find your way to its end.

If there is a Hell, she is bound for it on a fast train. Then again, she's already in Florida, so how bad can it be?)

The SUV carves its way through dark pine forests. Morning sun passes through the pleached trees, dappling the windows of the vehicle.

Omnia mea mecum porto.

I've finally come to understand that life itself is the Fun House. All you want is that door marked EXIT, the escape to a place where Real Life will be; and you can never find it.

But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop.

Each of us shapes our stories so they make sense of who we think we are.

But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in your memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop.

Don't plan it, don't overthink it, just let it happen, you've got to find a way to bridge the chasm from here to there, from this unthinkable present to some unthinkable future . . .

and once again ... we will head toward that time.

Go with Mokona. Follow your fate.

This isn't Tokyo.