Quotes About Journey

The see lifts me again, and carries me away with it.

It's a funny thing how everyone wants to go to the bottom of the world.

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Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one. Japanese Proverb

History tumbled from every street corner and stuck to her heels as she walked down the sidewalk.

Who I am remains to be seen— and I alone intend to be the one to see it.

She had lived what so many of us had talked about.

Life ... would give her everything of consequence, life would shape her, not we. All we were good for was to make the introductions.

The faster we travel, the less there is to see.

The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.

every professional was once a beginner

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

It is for us to pray not for tasks equal to our powers, but for powers equal to our tasks, to go forward with a great desire forever beating at the door of our hearts as we travel toward our distant goal.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

The little pilgrims lay down side by side and slept quietly until the morning.

the children supposed that he was a pilgrim.

In the journey to become whole, a woman will be confronted with various forms of these stages [of personal evolution]. In doing the hard work that is required, she learns important lessons about herself and increases her capacity to see the meaning of her actions. She is then able to bring more experience, wisdom, and skill to the next challenge she must face.

Every childhood is a dismantling of wholeness, and every adulthood is a process of putting the pieces together again.

We carry the lives we've imagined as we carry the lives we have, and sometimes a reckoning comes of all the lives we have lost.

so that new things I encountered, then, seemed souvenirs from the distant past.

Time didn't run forwards any more. It was a solid thing you could press yourself against and feel it push back; a thick fluid, half-air, half-glass, that flowed both ways and sent ripples of recollection forwards and new events backwards so that new things I encountered, then, seemed souvenirs from the distant past. Sometimes, a few times, I felt my father must be sitting near me as I sat on a train or in a café. This was comforting. It all was. Because

White had learned that going back in time was a way of fixing things; uncovering past traumas, revisiting them and defusing their power. Now he was going back in time with the hawk.

The archeology of grief is not ordered.

You are a man whose eyes are bright with unspilled tears when you tell me of the horror of your journey here.