Quotes About Journey

Emma once told me that some people spend their whole lives trying to outrun God, maybe get someplace He's never been. She shook her head and smiled, wondering why. Trouble is, she said, they spend a lifetime searching and running, and when they arrive, they find He's already been there.

We all lose our way. Sometimes it just takes somebody else to find us and bring us back. Remind us.

What I'm trying to say, and not doing a very good job at, is...will you ride the river with me?

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes. This... is goodbye. But not out last hello.

No matter where you go, no matter whether you succeed or fail, stand or fall, no gone is too far gone. You can always come home.

I opened the card. It read: SO YOU CAN FIND YOUR WAY BACK TO ME. I opened the box. It was a lensatic compass. You said, "Read the back." I turned it over. It was engraved. MY TRUE NORTH. You hung it around my neck and whispered, "Without you, I'd be lost.

I know I'm not alone and I don't walk alone. That I won't. When the thin whisper of a veil between what I can't see and what I can is pulled back and for one brief second I get a glimpse of what will be. Where the words 'might' and 'hope' intersect.

down one giant spiral

we wrestle and search. But regardless of where we search and how we try to answer the question or what we ingest, inject, or swallow to numb the nagging, only the Father gets to tell us who we are. Period.

Here's the truth: No matter what happened on the stage tonight, no matter where you went when you drove out of here, no matter where you end up, no matter what happens, what you become, what you gain, what you lose, whether you succeed or fail, stand or fall, no matter what you dip your hands into . . . no gone is too far gone. You can always come home. And when you do, you'll find me standing right here, arms wide, eyes searching for your return. I love you. Dad

Story is the bandage of the broken. The tapestry upon which we write our lives." "Stories Birth our dreams and feed the one thing that never dies.

they walk the hurting from broken to not. From unable to breathe to laughing. From sickness of the soul to tears dripping off the corners of a smile. From lost to known and accepted in the knowing. This is the matchless and

drove us the long way to Apalachicola

shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where; for so swiftly it flew, the sight could not follow in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, it fell to earth I knew not where; for who has sight so keen and strong, that it can follow the flight of a song? Long, long afterward, in an oak, I found the arrow still unbroke, and the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

Sometimes I think that hell is two places: it's a place you end up, but it's also a place that you live before you get there.

We were born to move—not merely to be transported,

Joan played den mother to the rebirth of American individualism. That she filled that role for so many is why I am grateful that this biography is appearing. In ways that a biography of QUOTE FOR PERSUADED BY REASON: one of the more famous figures could not do, Jeff Riggenbach's account of Joan Kennedy Taylor's journey captures the spirit of the individualist movement she so vividly embodied

A poem is a 'line' between any two points in creation.

One of these days, I'm going to astral project myself up into the skies," he boasted. "I'll be going to the stars and the moon. I want to fly and see what's up there. "I want to go up to the sky," he said, looking at his aunt, "from star to star.

We are to learn to understand ourselves now as those who have been placed on the way and no longer can do anything other than walk in it." —MEDITATING ON THE WORD

God's ways are the ways which he himself has gone and which we are now to go with him. God will not allow us to go on any way which he himself has not preceded us." —MEDITATING ON THE WORD

each person fulfills his or her own destiny—whether it be good or bad—in his or her own time and unique way.

Pride goeth before a fall, gentlemen. So in closin', I jest want to say that in life, or in any profession or business, it ain't how or where you start that counts - it's where you finish.

Just remember, when you're over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.