Quotes About Journey

I don't really think any of us are women right when we turn eighteen, or even twenty-one for that matter. You have to live a little. I certainly tried to do that.

The Universe has a plan to make sure we don't ever stop learning, not only in our minds, but also in our hearts.

How do we become who we are in the world? We ask the world to teach us. But we have to ask with an open heart, with no idea what the answer will be.

If the means to a well-lived life is to take the road less traveled, first you have to get on the road.

If the means to a well-lived life is to take the road less traveled, first you have to get

Love, of course, is a wonderful thing, a grand adventure of the heart. But while it's thrilling to get caught up in its wake, don't forget to hold on to who you are—or that incredible person might get swept away.

as Glamour editor Emma Rosenblum, who recently turned thirty, says: "We're all on different time lines and need to realize that life isn't a race. It's more like one of those huge celebrity walkathons, where everyone's ambling along at her own pace, wearing a really dorky hat and lots of sunblock." By thirty, you should be moving at your own speed.

every woman needs to stop sometimes at the great railway station of life—on the evening of her big birthday, or the end of a big love affair, or even an ordinary afternoon—and take stock of where she is, how she got there, where she's going, and why. That's what you're doing right this very minute. You've already started. And you're already there.

But time, as I came to learn, only moves in one direction, and somewhat reluctantly, I traveled with it:

Don't think about what you've left behind... everything is written in the Soul of the World, and there it will stay forever.

We never lose our loved ones. They accompany us; merely in different rooms.

As soon as the devotee is willing to go even to the ends of the earth for spiritual enlightenment, his guru appears nearby." I

It is only when a traveler has reached his goal that he is justified in discarding his maps. During the journey, he takes advantage of any convenient short cut.

To seek the Lord, one need not disfigure his face," he would remark. "Remember that finding God will mean the funeral of all sorrows.

The Himalayas in India and Tibet have no monopoly on saints. What one does not trouble to find within will not be discovered by transporting the body hither and yon. As soon as the devotee is willing to go even to the ends of the earth for spiritual enlightenment, his guru appears nearby.

his experience, premonitions of disaster were almost invariably proved false, and the road to Calvary entered on with the very

I had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don't mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home.

Her secret, we would discover, was that once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers, that the mind can never break off from the journey.

College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.

Take the local, take the express, don't get off till you reach success -- Sidney Rosen (Prince Of Tides)

Yet I can walk away from best friends and rarely think of them again. I can close a door and not look back. There's something about my soul that's always ready to go, to break camp, to unfold the road map, to leave at night when the house inspection's done and the civilians are asleep and the open road is calling...

On the road, he was alive, vibrant, moving. It didn't afford the freedom of a jet plane flying through a clear sky, but a highway offered something almost as profound, an entry into the secret regions of the earth where towns with foreign, unrecallable names were violated once, then forgotten for all time.

My poor boat poked along the waterway with the blinding speed of a manatee.

As for now, I feel the first itch of the novel I'm supposed to write—the grain of sand that irritates the soft tissues of the oyster. The beginning of the world as I don't quite know it. But I trust I'll begin to know it soon.