Quotes About Journey

I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.

In the deepest places, where physical norms collapse under the crushing water, bodies still fall softly through the dark, days after their vessels have capsized. They decay on their long journey down. Nothing will hit the black sand at the bottom of the world but algae-covered bones.

It had not been a long journey, but the memory of it filled her like an infection. She had felt tethered by time to the city behind her, so that the minutes stretched out taut as she moved away, and slowed the farther she got, dragging out her little voyage.

Do please," said Captain Naphi, "expedite this journey relevance-ward.

A classic unspoken agreement among escapees from a small town: don't look back, don't be each other's anchors, no nostalgia.

A dark-windowed diesel train burst out of the building, close enough to make the bus shake. It helter-skeltered downward into the earth. "Where's it going?" Zanna said. "Crossing the Odd, to some of the other abcities," Jones said. "If you're brave enough to try, you might be able to catch a train from UnLondon to Parisn't, or No York, or Helsunki, or Lost Angeles, or Sans Francisco, or Hong Gone, or Romeless…It's a terminus.

A boy ran down a hill path screaming. The boy was I.

classic unspoken agreement among escapees from a small town: don't look back, don't be each other's anchors, no nostalgia.

That," she says, "is what I am. I am what's been sent for.

If you're brave enough to try, you might be able to catch a train from UnLondon to Parisn't, or No York, or Helsunki, or Lost Angeles, or Sans Francisco, or Hong Gone, or Romeless.

You can only go halfway into the darkest forest; then you are coming out the other side.

To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping

One step at a time is good walking.

To know the road ahead, ask those coming back.

Climb mountains to see lowlands.

Sour, sweet, bitter, pungent, all must be tasted.

There are many paths to the top of the mountain, but the view is always the same.

Bu yerlerde trenler do?udan bat?ya, bat?dan do?uya gider gelir, gider gelirdi... Bu yerlerde demiryolunun her iki yan?nda ?ss?z, engin, sar? kumlu bozk?rlar?n öze?i Sar? Özek uzar giderdi. Co?rafyada uzakl?klar nas?l Greenwich meridyeninden ba?l?yorsa, bu yerlerde de mesafeler demiryoluna göre hesaplan?rd?. Trenler ise do?udan bat?ya, bat?dan do?uya gider gelir, gider, gelirdi...

But you no longer heard the song. You had gone away, my boy, into your tale. Did you know that you would never turn into a fish, that you would never reach Issyk-Kul, or see the white ship, or say to it: "Hello, white ship, it's I"? You swam away.

Trains in these parts went from East to West, and from West to East . . . On either side of the railway lines lay the great wide spaces of the desert - Sary-Ozeki, the Middle lands of the yellow steppes. In these parts any distance was measured in relation to the railway, as if from the Greenwich meridian . . . And the trains went from East to West, and from West to East . . .

Bir insan?n kaderi, da?daki patika gibidir: bazen ç?kar, bazen iner, bazen de dibi görünmeyen bir uçurumun ba??na gelip durur.Insan tek ba??na böyle bir yolda ilerleyemez ama birle?enler, birbirine omuz verenler her engeli a?arlar.

A man's life from birth to death was a series of transition rites which brought him nearer and nearer to his ancestors.

Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am - and what I need - is something I have to find out myself.

When you're at the beginning, don't obsess about the middle, because the middle is going to look different once you get there.