Quotes About Journey

We come into this world alone, We depart alone,    This also is illusion. I will teach you the way Not to come, not to go!

of Dante's Commedia and seem to see the phrase "LASCIATE OGNE SPERANZA, VOI CH'INTRATE"—"Abandon Every Hope, Who Enter Here"—chiseled

How they must have thought their efforts and adventures over, only to have to pick up their burdens again. How often, I realized now as an adult in my standard thirties, how often that is the case in all of our lives.

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Sol! Take your daughter, your only daughter Rachel, whom you love, and go to the world called Hyperion and offer her there as a burnt offering at one of the places of which I shall tell you." And

Kale pe a," repeated my friend. "It is an ancient Tibetan farewell when a caravan sets out to climb the high peaks. It means—go slowly if you wish to return." And

Sarai gripped his hand. "Do you think you're the only one who has had the dream?" "Dream?" managed Sol. She

I have a friend, said Baedecker, who said that there might be places of power. She thinks we could do worse than to spend our lives searching for them. What do you think?

Even places of power are useless unless you're prepared to bring something to them. And I don't mean just the things we brought—they're to the real sacrament what the lump of bread is to the Eucharist. Then, if you come away the same person you were, you know it wasn't really a place of power.

Being born again doesn't mean that you've arrived somewhere, said Dave. It means you're ready to start the trip. The pilgrimage to more places of power, the doomed quest to keep the people and things you love from being caught by the weeds and dragged under.

LASCIATE OGNE SPERANZA, VOI CH'INTRATE

Of course it's all a game. All of the good and hard and even bad things in life are just a game.

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It turns out that it is possible to live an entire life—even an examined life, to the degree that I had relentlessly examined mine—and still not know the truth of oneself.

I have been writing all my life. Growing up, I wrote in soft-covered journals, in spiral-bound notebooks, in diaries with locks and keys. I wrote love letters and lies, stories and missives. When I wasn't writing, I was reading. And when I wasn't writing or reading, I was staring out the window, lost in thought. Life was elsewhere-I was sure of it-and writing was what took me there.

Form serves us best when it works as an obstruction to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work and that when we no longer know which way to go we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings." —

There is no other life than this. You would not have stumbled into the vastly imperfect, beautiful, impossible present.

A: "Nobody Knows It but Me" is by ad copywriter Patrick O'Leary. Many readers asked for the text. Here it is: "There's a place I travel when I want to roam, and nobody knows it but me. / The roads don't go there and the signs stay home, and nobody knows it but me. / It's far, far away and way, way afar. It's over the moon and the sea / and wherever you're going that's wherever you are. / And nobody knows it but me.

Each fork in the road: the choice to stay home, to go out, to catch the flight, or cancel it, to take the 1 train, to stop at the bar on the corner. The chance encounters, split-second decisions that make the design—that are the design.

For years we had the persistent sensation in our life and art - John Updike's phrase - that we were just beginning.

My life is a museum," says my ninety-one-year-old aunt. "I can walk through any of the galleries at any time.

course, if you haven't received

grief—particularly the phenomenon known as complicated grief—runs its own course in its own time.

of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man's-land.