Quotes About Journey

The Wizard of Oz, a master narrative of the questing journey, not only tells us that there will be disenchantment with the object of the quest, disenchantment perhaps built into any relationship that is based on idealization, but also stresses that what the seeker is really looking for is to be found in herself. Indeed, it is a cliché of the pilgrimage that it fundamentally involves the universal quest for the self.

Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. The poem tells me it's no big deal that I'm not like Snow. I can be another thing; I'm meant to be another thing.

The girl was lighter without her heart. She danced barefoot on the hot roads, and her feet were not cut by the glass or stones that studded her way. She spoke to the dead whenever they visited her. She tried to be kind, but they realised that they no longer had anything in common with her, and she realised it, too. So they went their separate ways.

Love is like a magic carpet with a mind of its own. You step on that carpet and it takes you places–marvelous places, odd places, terrifying places, places you'd never have been able to reach on foot. Yeah, love's a real adventure! But you go where the carpet goes; after you've stepped onto it you don't get to choose a goddamned thing.

Miss Foxe occasionally wondered if she spent her life approaching invisibility and had finally arrived at it.

The sedatives had done their work and she'd gone away and now she was coming home again. Exactly as if she'd been put in an envelope and posted abroad, then returned to sender

I don't know anything about light, from where it comes, nor where it goes I only want the light to light up. . .

After all, in this life we do not know what lies before us.

It's hard thinking about where they are taking us. While you're on the way there you think less of what lies ahead, but your heart is heavy when you start to think about how far you are from your family and if and when you might see them again. I haven't seen my sister once in five months.

They had 'decided … to make themselves as ugly as they could' by soaking up the sun, hatless, on the journey from Livadia, 'so that Carol should not fall in love with any of them'.

Sacramento, capital of California, and went sailing along over the Great Valley.

The more thou dost advance, the more thy feet pitfalls will meet.

In dreaming we travel to a place where all is forgiven.

That's for me. I am a great lover of 'I was there' books.

This is Great Tew. You can't find it on the map, you have to get lost on the way to Oxford.

The further from home you wander, the closer you get to Siberia.

I was born by the river

The history of the world is the record of a man in quest of his daily bread and butter.

Each person searches for the most beautiful jump which will be the final before leaving this world.

We do not speak. We have gone down along the side of the river slowly, as if we were climbing towards the stone seat of the wall. The distances have altered. This seat, for instance, we meet it sooner than we thought we should, like some one in the dark; but it is the seat all right. The rose-tree which grew above it has withered away and become a crown of thorns.

Andiamo avanti, non sappiamo dove. Non sappiamo niente, tranne che il cielo e la terra stanno per confondersi nel medesimo abisso.

Yo no sé lo que soy, ni adónde voy, ni lo que hago; pero, yo también he gritado desde el fondo de mi abismo, hacia un poco de luz.

It is through living that we discover ourselves, at the same time as we discover the world around us.

You see, my mind takes me far, but my heart dreams of return.