Quotes About Journey

You have to find yourself. When you meet him again, you have to know who you are. He's finding out who he is.

Life isn't about finding you're purpose. It's about going out and creating a purpose to be remembered by.

Always there are walls, Rachael, she persisted. Walls that block our path. Too high, too hard. We stop to rest, to gather strength, and before we know it we have lived whole lives in their shade. In time, we cease to even see them there, casting their long shadows, blocking our path. We cease to yearn for the other side.

The road out of London on the north-east is one of the less pleasant ways of finding the open country. For one thing, it is infested with miles of tramway, crawling, interminable, blocking the traffic, maddening to the man at the wheel of a fast car—especially maddening to the man in a hurry at the wheel of a fast car.

I knew I would stay in this town when I found the blue enamel pot floating in the lake. The pot led me to the house, the house led me to the book, the book to the lawyer, the lawyer to the whorehouse, the whorehouse to science, and from science I joined the world.

The middle of life has these cul-de-sac days. In your twenties you think, Surely I am going somewhere, and later--as in now--you think, Nope.

I stared far back into my past and remembered the child who couldn't be catalogued by Sears. I saw her standing in front of her own mirror, in her father's suit, asking me if I was the person she would grow up to become. Yes, I answered her. And I thought how brave she was to have begun this journey, to have withstood the towering judgments.

Leslie Hulet Stahl

He wanted to walk until he recognized himself again.

Indian Song: Survival We went north to escape winter climbing pale cliffs we paused to sleep at the river. Cold water river cold from the north I sink my body in the shallow sink into sand and cold river water. …Mountain forest wind travels east and I answer: taste me, I am the wind touch me, I am the lean gray deer running on the edge of the rainbow.

Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him.

Distances and days existed in themselves then; they all had a story. They were not barriers. If a person wanted to get to the moon, there is a way; it all depended on whether you knew the directions... on whether you knew the story of how others before you had gone. He had believed in the stories for a long time, until the teachers at Indian school taught him not to believe in that kind of "nonsense". But they had been wrong.

Lucy Stone wasn't usually a clock watcher. Time didn't pass slowly for her; it galloped ahead of her.

A dead end is the only way out of where you shouldn't be going.

Dive into newness and discover another you.

Everything leads somewhere and therefore can lead you out of anywhere.

Who we are and who we are becoming is formed as much, if not more, by our unique way of responding.

Life is like a school; one can learn, one can graduate, one can skip a grade or stay behind.

Love is the secret you unmask yourself to find; it is the foundation of the spiritual life, the destination where all roads of the journey lead.

We're all bozos on the bus, so we might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.

The church is witness insofar as it follows obediently where the Spirit leads. The

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

The power of young Joy, like that of young Love, does not travel far on the dusty road of life in general.

He who puts the natural instinct in the heart of a bird to fly across a continent in search of a warmer climate is too good to deceive it. Just as we are confident He placed the instinct within the bird, we can be assured He has also provided balmy breezes and springlike sun to meet it when it arrives.