Quotes About Journey

There were no chambers now along the passageway and consequently no lights. There was a glow up ahead, however—fitful and cold, but bright enough to illuminate both the ground she stumbled over, which was bare earth, and the silvery frost on the walls.

You're right, of course. I haven't come this far to deliver us into oblivion. I have such sights to show you. Soon, you will have answers to questions you have never even dared to ask.

The dead have highways. Clive Barker

La oscuridad también ha de desempeñar un papel. Sin ella, ¿cómo sabríamos que caminamos por la senda de la luz? Solamente cuando sus pretensiones se crecen debemos enfrentarnos a ella, domarla y a veces –llegado el caso- someterla durante un tiempo. Después se erguirá de nuevo, como debe ser.

Sure, work could be a pain in the ass, but it was purpose, and what was a life, any life, his life, without purpose?

That's a whole other story.' 'Is it?' Gentle replied. 'Or is it all one?

Sam and Remi dressed quickly and headed up on deck. When they climbed the steps to the bridge, they could see why Juan had wanted to wake them. Through the windshield they could see the distant shape of Tacaná, the second highest peak in Mexico. It was a dark blue pyramid miles back from the coast, standing alone against the sky. This morning, it was emitting a line of gray smoke that trailed off to the east

GRAND ST. BERNARD PASS, PENNINE ALPS MAY 1800

past the cemetery outside the town of Rhyolite, Nevada.

mountain passes that

eight miles to the southwest.

How's your current air supply? Enough to get us home if we don't stop for pizza.

Your soul knows that you are right where you need to be to have the experiences you need. Trust it.

If you dwell in the darkness, you can see in the dark and look into the light. But in choosing the darkness, you know you are destined to walk alone.

Sometimes a journey arises out of hope and instinct, the heady conviction, as your finger travels along the map: Yes, here and here ... and here. These are the nerve-ends of the world ...

A journey is not a cure. It brings an illusion, only, of change, and becomes at best a spartan comfort

A virgin with a dish of gold, it was said, could walk unmolested from China to Turkey.

Trekkers at high altitudes sometimes sense a person walking a few paces behind them, just out of sight. Often this person is dead. I never feel this, but once or twice I imagine someone walking a little ahead of me.

With the use of a map, I could walk from Paris to Calcutta; without a map, I might find myself in Odessa. Well, if we had a similar 'map' of the human mind, a man could explore all the territory that lies between death and mystical vision, between catatonia and genius.

As you travel north across Ohio," Ohio State University dean Harlan Hatcher wrote in 1945, "you feel that you have been transported from Virginia into Connecticut.

Vieni con me?» «Ovunque tu voglia, rispose Max, ricambiando il suo sguardo. E poi rovinò tutto, aggiungendo: «Qualcuno dovrà pur tenerti d'occhio.»

The Speedwell will carry us to England," John told Sarah for at least the fiftieth time. "Even now the Mayflower is being loaded with supplies and getting ready to meet us at Southampton. Just think. Soon we will be on our way." He searched her face for the excitement that flamed higher and higher inside him.

Elder Bradford says when we sail from Holland, we will become pilgrims, people who go on a long, long journey.

The days passed on, the weeks passed on, and the track of the golden autumn wound its bright way visibly through the green summer of the trees.