Quotes About Journey

As we enter the path of transformation, the most valuable thing we have working in our favor is our yearning.

As we actually taste the flavor of what he's teaching, we begin to see that it's not proverbs for daily living, or ways of being virtuous. He's proposing a total meltdown and recasting of human consciousness, bursting through the tiny acorn-selfhood that we arrived on the planet with into the oak tree of our fully realized personhood. He pushes us toward it, teases us, taunts us, encourages us, and ultimately walks us there.

A sophiological Christianity focuses on the path.

somewhere, waiting for you. Nothing is ever lost.

curled up, closed his eyes, and marched himself off, as if sleep were an actual place, like home, like the kitchen—a place a mouse could go to.

Having someplace in mind that you were traveling to was different from not having any place.

Miss Koala, the Eastern Star, and the Simón Bolívar.

Griff had the guarded face of a man who had much to lose by the wrong choice, although he had never had anything to lose. Griff's smile visited his face like a stranger who was only asking directions on his way through to another town.

Orien might easily have been a different kind of man, living as he had, Birle thought.

Dicey awoke the next morning with the sense that she was ready to solve problems, the way you often do, as if the time of sleep were a long journey to a distant country where alterations in geographical formations, in light, in ways of living, in language even, enable you to see your own world more clearly.

Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

a traveler, the purer form, someone who collects impressions, dense anatomies of feeling but does not care to record them.

Time went on grey, uncloured, like a long journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape unrolled beside her.

And they tramped off to the forests with sturdy youths bearing guitars, twang-twang!

That's the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world's somewheres, into our own nowhere.

But having more freedom she only became more profoundly aware of the big want. She wanted so many things. She wanted to read great, beautiful books, and be rich with them; she wanted to see beautiful things, and have the joy of them for ever; she wanted to know big, free people; and there remained always the want she could put no name to? It was so difficult. There were so many things, so much to meet and surpass. And one never knew where one was going.

Life is a traveling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

Oh build your ship of death, oh build it in time and build it lovingly, and put it between the hands of your soul.

I want to find you, where you don't know your own existence, the you that your common self denies utterly.

Why must one climb the hill ? Why must one climb? Why not stay below? Why force one's way up the slope? Why force one's way up and up, when one is at the bottom? Oh, it was very tiring, very wearying, very burdensome. Always burdens, always, always burdens.

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.