Quotes About Journey

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.

I shouldn't want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

that is why we call people exes i guess -- because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that, the X is a diagram of two paths.

Your life is your life. You can't live it in compartments.Each place you're in has a door open at either end.

Maybe this is what alone really is — finding out how tiny your world is, and not knowing how to get anywhere else.

Each of us has our own unit of measurement, our own relativity. Spaces between loves. Spaces between destinations. Spaces between deaths.

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust.

Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

He knows he is missing something. He is always missing something. He can never get past the first stop of finding it, which is knowing what it is.

this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up seperating at the end. It's too easy to see X as a cross-out. It's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. The X is a diagram of two paths.

And here we are, so different from who we were on September 10th. And also different from who we were on the 11th. And the 12th. And yesterday. Sometimes you see the before/after. And sometimes it's as soft as saying hello.

So what's your story?" Ryan asks. Avery looks up at him, hand still in the water. "My story?" "Yeah. Everybody has at least one.

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that.

It takes a traveler, not a tourist, to search for something deeper. Travelers want to find the wavelength on which they and the city connect.

O Lord, as I walk through the valley of the shadow of doubt, at least let me wear a Walkman...

She looked like she was waking up in a strange place—only she knew she hadn't gone to sleep yet, and that this was actually life.

In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

We are young and the night is young. We are in the middle of somewhere and we are feeling everything.

It's my way of telling her that even though I haven't experienced so many things, I have managed to have a life.

Time is running out, but what is it running toward?

incandesce, v.: You are the light of the far-off town, the promise on the dark path.