Quotes About Journey

the earth is not my home, I'm just passing by

I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train...

I walked 500 miles just to see a halo, when I opened my eyes I was blind as can be.

slept all night in the cedar grove, i was born to ramble, born to rove, some men are searchin' for the holy grail, but there ain't nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails

Compliments make you weak because they can trick you into thinking you've finished your journey when the heels of your boots aren't even worn down yet. Praise is a song to the ears but an enemy of improvement.

How many roads must a man walk down before he admits he is lost?

I am convinced that we are here for a reason and when I figure it out I will let you know.

Love makes the world go round but money pays for the trip.

Sometimes even destiny takes time.

Yea, it happened to me in my last life.

Lähelle on pitkä matka

where you are or where you've been. Remember,

junior year, he finally made the school's traveling

I don't mind where I work, it's really nice to be able to travel around and taste the flavours of different countries.

Good-bye isn't forever.

I began to walk. Not back to my room, but out, instead, out into Dream London. The stars were so heavy that the purple sky bulged in the middle, sagging down to pierce itself on the city spires.

I mean, I went to a church school when I was younger and imbibed a certain amount of religion then but it was really in university that I got interested in religion and politics at the same time. I don't think as if it were one moment of conversion but my spiritual journey really began then.

Maybe there´s no home, just road´s end.

The day set out from the east and started walking. The day is on a journey. We're woven into the design of that day, though we're not inventing it

I am a wave on a shoreless sea. From no beginning I travel to no goal, Making my movements stillness. Constantly I am arriving And departing, Being born and dying. I am always with you And yet have never been.

The way I saw it, people are like leaves that have fallen into a swift-moving stream. As the leaves get carried downstream, some are caught in rocks and never get any farther. Some are swept to shore. Others - the lucky ones - keep going, missing the stones, staying clear of the shore, staying afloat until they reach the river delta and break free into open water.

We have someone with us who is dying--someone whose spirit is ready to leave this world, she thought to the tree. But he wants to be with his clan. With his forest. Will you take us?

Some things we must learn through experience. That is how one truly lives.

Cuando uno busca algo —dijo el phooka—, debe estar seguro de que desea encontrarlo.