Quotes About Journey

But now I feel that there was some aspect of fatedness about it. If I was going to do what, perhaps, I am meant to do, what I must do, there were things I had to learn.

This was the way it was going to be then, this road she was going to have to walk. She would always be thinking of him so that he would be beside her even when he wasn't there, making her joyous or miserable, but always, always controlling the colour of her days.

Someday, Joseph said to his granddaughter, someday something will happen and you will want to go back to the carving. You won't be able to prevent yourself; that's just the way it is. The world always somehow takes us back to the chisel. Something happens and we have to respond.

Kenneth's shadow is a thin ghost on the quay. But there are thousands and thousands of miles inside him.

He wishes to be far away, either at sea or on the shore. In between, he realizes, is the most difficult of all places to be.

I think of death, not as a smokestack, but as an opening door.

I do not know where I am going or what I will do when I get there. I know only that to put one foot in front of the other, moves me on, away from you to a place, where I do not want to be.

Somewhere becomes a nightmare. I knock on no doors, make no phone calls. Nowhere becomes my destination. You can find it on the blank spaces of any free map in any old store. Just turn a corner of your mind, and it's there.

She's gone on that long road into adulthood from which none of us returns.

Think of this as an adventure, Diesel said. I'm from Jersey. I get my adventure on the Turnpike.

Life is a journey, not a destination," Emerson said. "One must live in the moment.

If this was the shortcut, she didn't want to see the longcut.

I'm on my way," Ranger said. "I'm about ten minutes from Quaker Bridge. I'll call when I have her.

So, what's the point of running away if you have nowhere you want to go?

No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.

To them, pain was a country they had heard of, maybe watched a show about on TV, but one whose stamp had not yet been made in their passports.

You've been everywhere, haven't you." I had, but it hadn't done me much good.

A month ago she would have been embarrassed at the confidence. Now she felt a surprising kinship. She was a citizen of the new land, a country she had never before visited, only a rumor, this vast unseen tract, its boundary exactly that of the whole world, taking up the space and shape of the world but completely unlike it. It had a different atmosphere, hard to breathe, and how heavy you were here, it pulled you down like the gravity on Jupiter.

Unvollendete, Meredith said. Unfinished

She was drifting outside the limit of all reason, where the next stop was light-years away through nothing but darkness.

You've been everywhere, haven't you." I had, but it hadn't done me much good. T

his hands, shedding actual tears. The silky cold dirt and sharp pebbles of the road