Quotes About Journey

from the days when it was always summer in Eden,to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way Charles Darnay's way the way of the love of a woman

On the Rampage, Pip, and off the Rampage, Pip - such is Life!

Ten minutes, good, past eleven." "My blood!" ejaculated the vexed coachman, "and not atop of Shooter's yet! Tst! Yah! Get on with you!" The emphatic horse, cut short by the whip in a most decided negative, made a decided scramble for it, and the three other horses followed

The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill. The horses stopped to breathe again, and the guard got down to skid the wheel for the descent, and open the coach-door to let the passengers in.

With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles, as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints. As often as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a wary "Wo-ho! so-ho-then!

I have an affection for the road ... formed in the impressibility of untried youth and hope.

had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all

She came out here...turned this way, must have trod on these stones often. Let me follow in her steps.

Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so many partings welded together,

to Life I. The Period II. The Mail III. The Night Shadows IV. The Preparation

It is required of every man," the Ghost returned, "that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellowmen, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death.

streets, came nearer and nearer.

Two other passengers, besides the one, were plodding up the hill by the side of the mail. All three were wrapped to the cheekbones

non sono vecchio, ma le vie della mia giovinezza non sono state mai di quelle che portano alla vecchiaia

Yours is a long life to look back upon, sir?

When I went out, light of day seemed a darker color than when I went in.

I have stood aside to see the phantoms of those days go by me. They are gone, and I resume the journey of my story.

Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man's a blacksmith, and one's a whitesmith, and one's a goldsmith, and one's a coppersmith. Diwisions

Days XIX. An Opinion XX. A Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps

It was the Dover road that lay, on a Friday night late in November, before the first of the persons with whom this history has business.

Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man's a blacksmith, and one's a whitesmith, and one's a goldsmith, and one's a coppersmith.

Temple Bar was hundreds of miles away,

Time shall show us. The post of honour and the post of shame, the general's station and the drummer's, a peer's statue in Westminster Abbey and a seaman's hammock in the bosom of the deep, the mitre and the workhouse, the woolsack and the gallows, the throne and the guillotine - the travellers to all are on the great high road; but it has wonderful divergences, and only Time shall show us whither each traveller is bound.

The sunset struck so brilliantly into the travelling carriage when it gained the hill-top, that its occupant was steeped in crimson.