Quotes About Journey

Down the avenue of trees I can see a spot of sunlight. I'm trying so hard to get there.

But you are not sure it is possible to outgrow the things that have built you from nothing into something.

No novo ano, o futuro continuava tão longe como no ano velho.

Lost in the mystery of finding myself alive.

Everyone can run the race, but not to the same place.

The will of God is God's predesigned purpose for your life. The will of God is being what you are, who you are, where you are at the time. Since the steps of a good man are ordered of the Lord (Ps. 37:23), then each part of your life is directed, even when the circumstances seem otherwise.

We enter this world with birth pains and we leave with similar pains of death.

Everyone can run the race, but not at the same pace.

Everyone who runs the race can have a special level of grace.

Living is in itself dying because every new day we enjoy is another day of our lives lost.

He had to keep moving. It didn't matter in which direction.

the water. The rafts also afforded them

Elaine turned to her father in her distress. 'Father will you give me permission to ride after Sir Lancelot? I must reach him. Otherwise I will go out of my mind with grief.' 'Go, good daughter. Rescue him, if you can.' So she made herself ready for the journey, weeping all the time. Gawain himself rode back to the court of the king in London" –The Fair Maid of Astolat

I am in the Pitte, but I have gone so deep that I can see the brightness of the Starres at Noon

I can recall quite clearly the journey from Omaha to San Francisco which I made with the opera troupe; God had created the world in less time than it took us to travel across America.

Those who pursue the process of living are those who create the history

Sooner or later everyone disguises themselves and where they have been and what they have done.

Stories always started this way, suddenly, and set within a strange world. Patience is required, to let the stories unroll. This is how people explan their lives.

For all the things that had happened to her, all the people she had met, the miles of ocean she had covered, she could feel nothing worth writing except: 'an exceedingly grand apartment which I spoil by the excess of irritation and agitation I carry with me everywhere...

A year from now, you won't remember why you stayed home, but you never forget a motorcycle trip.

It was the kind of trip, sooner or later, you have to make. Especially if you are a motorcyclist and always looking for a good reason to travel. Or in my case even a fairly mediocre reason of practically no discernable consequence or socially redeeming value.

Stephen summarizes, "It's when you look back and you learn how much you've grown and changed.

Tengo ganas de andar, simplemente andar. No puedo hacer ya otra cosa.

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.