Quotes About Journey

"Happily ever after" depends on where we choose to end the story.

The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space.

Adventure most unto itself The Soul condemned to be; Attended by a Single Hound – Its own Identity.

Learning how to operate a soul takes time.

It would be idle to say that life is a steady progression in happiness. But it is most certain that in the natural course of things a healthy soul grows continually richer until its latest day on earth.

Soul shadows you everywhere.

Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who is doing all the moving. I'm not the station, I'm not the stop; I'm the train. I'm the train.

It has been said that in human life there are moments worth ages...

The only way to get back to them is to go somewhere else; and that is the real object of travel and the real pleasure of holidays. Do you suppose that I go to France in order to see France? Do you suppose that I go to Germany in order to see Germany? I shall enjoy them both; but it is not them that I am seeking... The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land.

I have found out there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

It has been said that trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment rooted in the ground. But they never seem so to me. I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

Climb a tree — it gets you closer to heaven.

My Feet they haul me Round the House, They Hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to Steer them, and They Ride me Everywhere!

The weather being fine and dry... he sent his valise on by the coach, and set out to walk.... in the healthful exercise and the pleasant road. It is not easy to walk alone in the country without musing upon something. And he had plenty of unsettled subjects to meditate upon, though he had been walking to the Land's End.

But the walking of which I speak has nothing in it akin to taking exercise, as it is called, as the sick take medicine at stated hours... but is itself the enterprise and adventure of the day. If you would get exercise, go in search of the springs of life. Think of a man's swinging dumbbells for his health, when those springs are bubbling up in far-off pastures unsought by him!

You need special shoes for hiking — and a bit of a special soul as well.

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither...

Writing is my time machine, takes me to the precise time and place I belong.

Life is my college. May I graduate well, and earn some honors!

Your life, it lies before you Like a path of driven snow. Be careful how you tread it For every step will show.

As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point your way.

Criminal Minds, Miasma: "My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call."

The deer isn't crossing the road. It's crossing the forest.

We all have fog on our path at times — but clarity comes from within.