Quotes About Journey

All the rivers run into the sea, but the seas are not yet full.

I am willing, though, to tear up the timetable and take some new routes; and I know I shall find, at some unlikely terminus, a hand that is meant to rest in mine.

You start out, you start talking, you don't even know what you're going to say. You don't even know your way to the end of the sentence. You don't know anything. Then suddenly you do know you have to walk blind and you walk slap into the truth.

I love to travel. I'm a curious person.

I compagni sono amici con cui condividere il cammino in vista di uno stesso obiettivo! Anzi no... non importa nemmeno che l'obiettivo sia lo stesso! Si ride insieme, ci si sostiene a vicenda, e si arriva a fidarsi l'uno dell'altro! Chiamala come vuoi... in ogni caso è il tipo di rapporto che mi ha sempre salvato!

This story is the tale of me starting to walk. Not in the physical sense… but in an adolescence to adulthood sort of way…

I'm who I am now because you've been with me.

Though I grieve, there is no help;Vainly I long to see her.Men tell me that my wife isIn the mountains of Hagai—Thither I go,Toiling along the stony path;But it avails me not,For of my wife, as she lived in this world,I find not the faintest shadow.

If we are imprisoned in ourselves, books provide us with the means of escape. If we have run too far away from ourselves, books show us the way back.

Wir sind nichts; was wir suchen ist alles. (We are nothing; what we search for is everything.)

The only way to end grief was to go through it.

But no one chooses a future. You choose a path without being certain where it leads.

There's people who do things and people who never do—who say they will someday, but they just don't. I want to go on a quest. I've always wanted to go on a quest. And now that I have one, I'm not backing down from it. I'm not going home until it's complete.

When you don't know what you're searching for," he says, "you have to look absolutely everywhere.

Ben was taking her through the storm of grief. He was singing her through the rage and despair. He was singing her through the terrible loneliness, because there was no way to shut off grief, no way to cast it aside or fight against it. The only way to end grief was to go through it. As she realized that, his song began to change. It grew softer, sweeter, like the morning after a long cry, when your head still hurt but your heart was no longer broken.

It takes bravery to be an adventurer," Odette said, lifting her drink and walking away. "And what better adventure than the discovery of our true selves?

no one chooses a future. You choose a path without being certain where it leads.

Tell me. Has your daughter made the journey with you?" "She is here," the hag says. A girl steps from the crowd to bow low before Cardan. She is young, with a mass of unbound hair. Like her mother, her limbs are oddly long and twig-like, but where her mother is unsettlingly bony, she has a kind of grace. Maybe it helps that her feet resemble human ones. Although, to be fair, they are turned backward.

Remember when . . . ? Stories like that were will-o'-the-wisps, glowing in the deepest, darkest parts of forests, leading travelers farther and farther from safety, out toward an ever-moving mark.

Each person seemed to have a destination, but Val was a piece of driftwood, spinning down a river, not even sure in what direction she was moving. But she knew how to make herself spin faster.

Quests are supposed to change us.

Once upon a time there was a little girl, and she told a lie to her friend's brother so that her friend's brother drove her to the bus station. She brought with her a bottle of orange soda, fifty dollars (half in change), sparkly slippers, and her cell phone. He thought he was helping. So did she.

You're coming with me.

I would say that you lost yourself along the way, but you lost yourself far before that,' the storm hag tells me as I pass her. 'Wake up, little bird.