Quotes About Journey

Le persone che più mi hanno giovato, e con le quali speravo di fare un lungo pezzo di strada, ora questo ora quello, mi sono scappate davanti agli occhi senza saper come

Sens s? umbli tot pe contrasens e sensul meu de unic

Samo u snu Istim predelima hodamo

and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked the morning I left, how the train had sped south beneath a sky that was brighter than it had been in weeks. It had pulsed with reds and oranges, as though hiding a beating heart.

At the Konya bus station

Chapter 23 Chapter

We cannot travel the roads of success without ever crossing the streets of failures

On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business. Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk? He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles. And yet this person is the hero of his own life story. He is the love of someone's life. And what he can do may change the world. Imagine being him for a moment. And then continue on your own way.

One true king knew when to step aside and give up the reins of power—to remove his crown and relinquish his kingdom—all for the sake of glimpsing, just once in a lifetime, the face of a holy child. He was the Fourth to follow the Star. His gift was a secret. The rest of his journey is unknown.

Once upon a time, began the story of you . Many perilous, wonderful, harrowing, brilliant, delightful, profound things happened. And yet—the most exciting twists and best turns are yet to come. And it absolutely does not matter how old or young you are. Like a bright carpet of wonders, enjoy the unrolling of your story.

Why does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that's where the point lies.

Thing is," Grial said in a conspiratorial voice, "let me tell you a little secret, girlie. That road- those roads, all roads and paths in fact- they never end. You might think they do. You might think they just narrow and fade and disappear in the hoary depths of the forest? Not so, not at all! They merely go into hiding, and you just have to search a bit harder to see them.

If I am missed, I may be found—by those who want to see me.

Quo fata trahunt, retrahuntque sequamur. (Wherever the fates may lead us, let us follow them.)

I'm tired of sailing my little boat Far inside of the harbor bar; I want to be out where the big ships float — Out on the deep where the Great Ones are! … And should my frail craft prove too slight For storms that sweep those wide seas o'er, Better go down in the stirring fight Than drowse to death by the sheltered shore! — Daisy Rinehart

That's why it is good to remind ourselves that in business and in life, the journey, not the destination, is the reward.

She remembered reading somewhere that although the body ages and weakens, and the mind grows older and sometimes slower too, the human spirit never ages. When we age we may have difficulty in climbing stairs or leaping over fences, and our memories may not be quite as sharp as they were at 14, but we still feel the same inside as we felt when we were young and were just setting out on the great adventure which is life.

Can you think of anything more permanently elating than to know that you are on the right road at last?

Do not be impatient with your seemingly slow progress. Do not try to run faster than you presently can. If you are studying, reflecting and trying, you are making progress whether you are aware of it or not. A traveler walking the road in the darkness of night is still going forward. Someday, some way, everything will break open, like the natural unfolding of a rosebud.

Viki skipped briskly through the morning chill, easily keeping up with the slower, longer strides of her big brother.

So High, So Low, So Many Things to Know

White Owl turned to smile at her, and her heart began to beat wildly in her breast. For the rest of her life, she knew she would ride at his side across the vast western lands; their home would be wherever they spread their soft furs . . . and she would continue to pray that their people would all learn to live together in harmony someday. She thought of the beautiful child sleeping on her back. He was a combination of

acquiring faith was a journey, that you took it one step at a time, consulting the travel guide when in doubt as to the right road to take.

I move and, circling, seek myself, O center, O center, road, voyagers of the world, of the future existing beyond the seas, in my pulse-beat.