Quotes About Journey

Her hayat birçok günden oluÅŸur, gün günü izler. Biz kendi hayat?m?z?n içinden yürüyüp geçeriz, yolda kar??m?za h?rs?zlar, hayaletler, devler, yaÅŸl?lar, gençler, zevceler, dullar, a??k biraderler ç?kar. Ama illa ki kendimizle kar??la??r?z her seferinde.

They lived and laughed and loved and left." ?James Joyce

Longest way round is the shortest way home.

Folk take a battering but, they do; they get born and they get brought up and they get fuckt. That's the story; the cot to the fucking funeral pyre.

Death is not an end but a doorway we walk through as automatically as we take our next breath.

The more you immerse yourself in the story of God's light in this life, the more likely you are to see it again on the other side.

The embalmer and undertaker opened Lincoln's coffin. He had been dead for eighteen days. Only chemicals and makeup had kept him presentable during the journey. At the beginning, at the White House funeral, Lincoln's face had looked almost natural. He had changed along the way. The face continued to darken, and more and more white face powder had to be applied. Lincoln no longer resembled a sleeping man. Now he looked like a ghastly, pale, waxlike statue.

Not everybody gets to see a blinding light on the way to Damascus.

The Homeric Epic does not have to be discovered inside a book; it begins just west of Fort Worth and extends all the way to Santa Monica.

A tanker truck appeared far down the wavy surface of the highway, headlights on, its weight and shimmering cylindrical shape and dedicated purpose so great and unrelenting that it seemed to move and jitter against the sun's afterglow without sound or mechanically driven power, sustained by its own momentum, as though the truck had a destiny that had been planned long ago.

If age brings either wisdom or answers to ancient questions, it has made an exception for me.

Chief Joseph already said it. "The place where I go is the place where I will be.

his motor control still functioned but his soul went somewhere else.

We are the sum total of what we have done and where we have been

We're wayfaring strangers. We're born alone, we die alone.

Maybe he would come back one day. Or maybe not. Back then, people had a way of walking down a tar road and crossing through a pool of heat and disappearing forever.

May the road rise up to meet you May the wind be always at your back May the sun shine warm upon your face The rains fall soft upon your fields And until we meet again May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

I hope you enjoy Wayfaring Stranger. It's the best book and the most biographical one I have written.

Individuals don't change history. History finds the individual. John Steinbeck said that.

So that's how to the dark tower I came.

It was so beautiful I could hardly keep my eyes off it. "Father, it's so big," I said. He grinned. "This is nothing, Tim. Wait till we get down to Verplancks

Where Darth Sidious had gained everything, Vader had lost everything, including–for the moment, at least–the self-confidence and unbridled skill he had demonstrated as Anakin Skywalker.

Just you and me and the road. Just a couple of tramps, just a couple of gypsies, that's it, but we'll be together.

You never know where one step will take you, and you never know where the next one will lead. The