Quotes About Journey

Who are you after you finish something this magnificent—in constructing it you have also journeyed through it, to the other side. On one end there was who you were before you went underground, and on the other end a new person steps out into the light. The up-top world must be so ordinary compared to the miracle beneath, the miracle you made with your sweat and blood. The secret triumph you keep in your heart.

Colored, Negro, Afro-American, African American. ... Every couple of years someone came up with something that got us an inch closer to the truth. Bit by bit we crept along. As if that thing we believed to be approaching actually existed.

As it often did when I thought about chicken wings and entropy, my mind turned to Emerson. Life is a journey, not a destination. Now that was one stone-cold motherfucker who was not afraid to deliver the truth: After the torments of the journey, you have been well-prepared for the agonies of the destination.

On one end there was who you were before you went underground, and on the other end a new person steps out into the light.

Somewhere, years ago, she had stepped off the path of life and could no longer find her way back to the family of people.

The way he saw it, living taught you that you didn't have to live the way you'd been taught to live. You came from one place but more important was where you decided to go.

from one place but more important was where you decided to go.

An elevator doesn't exist without its freight. If there's no one to get on, the elevator remains in quiescence. The elevator and the passenger need each other.

People get rid of plenty when they move--sometimes they're changing not just places but personalities.

Try to forget bit by bit, it will be easier on you. Leave it behind. Then the plane tilts in its escape and over the gray wing the city explodes into view with all its miles and spires and inscrutable hustle and as you try to comprehend this sight you realize that you were never really there at all.

Now that she had run away and seen a bit of the country, Cora wasn't sure the document described anything real at all. America was a ghost in the darkness, like her.

venturing now or after nightfall. Cora thought better

tracking by the good full moon to sanctuary.

If you want to see what this nation is all about, you have to ride the rails. Look outside as you speed through, and you'll find the true face of America.

Time enough for Cora to take stock of her journey from Randall and make a thick braid of her misfortunes.

It wasn't until they were moving again that Cora realized she forgot to ask where they were headed.

life is an argument with the world over time.

Now that she had run away and seen a bit of the country, Cora wasn't sure the document described anything real at all. America was a ghost in the darkness, like her.

Keep on the path and you will not see the ruined people, so do not stray from the path.

If you want to see what this nation is all about, I always say, you have to ride the rails. Look outside as you speed through, and you'll find the true face of America.' He slapped the wall of the boxcar as a signal. The train lurched forward.

May the next traveler not tarry and keep moving up the line, all the way to liberty.

The iron horse still rumbled through the tunnel when she woke. Lumbly's words returned to her: If you want to see what this nation is all about, you have to ride the rails. Look outside as you speed through, and you'll find the true face of America. It was a joke, then, from the start. There was only darkness outside the windows on her journeys, and only ever would be darkness.

She wondered where he escaped from, how bad it was, and how far he traveled before he put it behind him.

of a runaway? Freedom was a thing that shifted as you looked at it, the way a forest is dense with trees up close but from outside, from the