Quotes About Journey

And in the end, we are all just stories

Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go.

And so it goes.

Sometimes it takes a loss before we can understand what it means to be found.

Sometimes we forget we're on an adventure with the Lord and that his presence is with us.

We are called to follow God's direction for our lives as best we can.

Remain humble in your journey as an author and your audience will embrace you. Remain grateful for every publicity opportunity that comes your way, and the media will embrace you.

You've been in more hotel rooms, Coop, than Gideon's Bible

I still didn't know what the future held. I didn't have a map or even a plan. But I had learned that's what life was - risky, messy, no way to tie it up in neat little packages despite my desire for it to be otherwise.

As I stared out of the train window, the scenery became a blur, as unclear as my thoughts and feelings.

Clothes as text, clothes as narration, clothes as a story. Clothes as the story of our lives. And if you were to gather all the clothes you have ever owned in all your life, each baby shoe and winter coat and wedding dress, you would have your autobiography.

Clothes as text, clothes as narration, clothes as a story. Clothes as the story of our lives. And if you were to gather all the clothes you have ever owned in all your life, each baby shoe and winter coat and wedding dress, you would have your autobiography. You could wear, once more, your own life in all its stages, from whatever they wrapped you in when you emerged from the dark red naked warmth of the womb to your deathbed.

How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

I'm extremely blessed because I travel extensively for my work, but I always try to incorporate a bit of leisure with business.

There is no such thing as better, as cured.

Because sometimes you need to start at the beginning in order to make sense of the end. *

the past/that has a place for us will know us by our scattered wake." A History Play, Waterborne

But it wasn't just the distance. It was what had happened to me since these days, those endless, quiet days when I thought my life would always continue in that way. When my life consisted of small, certain pieces of a larger, but basically simple, puzzle. When I was certain that I always knew where each piece fit.

For you, I will write of it all --- part truth, part memory, part nightmare --- my life, the one that started so long ago, in a place so far from here . . .

Everybody's heart is like a cup. They stumble from place to place and person to person, trying to get them filled. They get cracked, those cups, and even broken. Some people throw them away, thinking that it will stop the pain. Poor fools. Nobody can fill a cup but Almighty God Himself. Nobody.

But he was bent on making that ride, Brody, and if he hadn't gotten himself thrown that day, he'd have done it some other day. What I'm trying to get at here is that folks seem to come into this life with a list of things they need to get done while they're here inscribed on their souls. Old or young, when their work is done, they leave.

Tal vez había cambiado de verdad. Y tal vez, si ella se ponía unas zapatillas rojas y entrechocaba los talones, aparecía en Kansas.

Lincoln's heartbeat picked up a little, the way it always did when he rounded that last bend in the road and saw home waiting up ahead. Home.

Beauty before me, Beauty behind me, Beauty above me, Beauty below me, I walk in beauty. Smoke