Quotes About Journey

In the book of life, the answers are not at the back.

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

Reading is like a journey to a new place

In the book of life the answers aren't always in the back

La vida, si no es una gloriosa aventura, no es nada».

It was only the sea sounding weary After so many lifetimes Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere And never getting anywhere.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.

Maybe we spend most of our decades being someone else, avoiding ourselves, maybe a man is only himself, his true self, for a few days in his entire life.

You can only go to places that you will let yourself go.

You came here, your parents and their parents and their parents, and you always seem to have just arrived and yet never seem to have actually arrived.

I had forgotten: this is what it feels like to live in time. The lurching forward, the sensation of falling of a cliff into darkness, and then landing abruptly, surprised, confused, and then starting the whole process again in the next moment, doing that over and over again, falling into each instant of time and then climbing back up only to repeat the process.

The path of a man's life is straight, straight, straight, until the moment when it isn't anymore, and after that it begins to meander around aimlessly, and then get tangled, and then at some point the path gets so confusing that the man's ability to move around in time, his device for conveyance, his memory of what he loves, the engine that moves him forward, it can break, and he can get permanently stuck in his own history.

They'd lost the plot somewhere along the way, their once great romance spun into a period piece, into an immigrant family story, and then into a story about two people trying to get by.

The strangest and hardest kind of time travel is the unaided kind.

This is what he has always wanted, or so he had thought, but now here he is, in the middle of a story of his own and looking for the exit, and realizing all the exits are blocked and then realizing that an exit is not what he needs.

At first it's just for the time being, until you can get your own story together, be the hero in something of your own. You tell people it's your day job, you tell yourself it's your day job, and then, at some point, without you noticing, it stops being your day job and just becomes your job.

April 13, or a November 2? Living like this

Time is a machine; it will convert your pain into experience.

She is not a could have been. Could have beens are women who are not exactly like my mother. For any given mother, for any given person, there are many could have beens, maybe an infinite number. No, this woman standing in front of me is something else, she is the one and only Woman My Mother Should Have Been, and I have found her. Looking for my father, I have found this woman, I have traveled, chronogrammatically, out of the ordinary tense axes and into this place, into the subjunctive mode.

Now where am I? You're in the interstitial matrix that fills up the space between stories. Who said that? You did. I did? Wait, who am I? You're you. Oh, good. Thanks. Seriously, where are we? We're in a shuttle. I'm taking you back to where you were in story space.

know, Will. I know. I wish it didn't have to be like this, but you know how it is. You're an Asian Man. Your story was great, while it lasted, but now it's done. I hope our paths cross again. Maybe somewhere else.

If I have anything at all I am still the Hero. I am here. This was my story. This is my problem. I'm going back down there to fix it.