Quotes About Journey

William Kent Krueger

Hummingbird told me about the Path of Souls. She told me she would be waiting for me at the end…I want to be on the Path of Souls. I want to be with Hummingbird.

the most important truth I've learned across the whole of my life is that it's only when I yield to the river and embrace the journey that I find peace.

William Kent Krueger

William King

Sometimes there is no choice but to walk into your own house. Far away, you think, and you do not want to see. You come home and you say do not tell me. You say, I have hunted the elk all over the snowfields of the Selway, and I do not want to know what happened here. And then there is a morning you walk in and take a look in your own house, like any traveler.

We had been given flowers, good food, and a soft bed, all in exchange for declaring our love. I thought we might go from town to town and marry in each one.

The extent of a man's greatness is determined by his ability to follow his proper direction. We create our own destinies, and yet we do not. We forge a new path as we proceed, and yet the path already exists beforehand, though it is not always well marked. This is the paradox of life; and a paradox is not a riddle to be solved, but a place to dwell in, if only for a brief time.

We move through time like a man in a rowboat, looking back even as we move forward.

In small letters, now a little blurry, it read Omnia mea mecum porto, Latin for "All that is mine I carry with me.

So much of who we are is where we have been.

bike was old and loud and smelled like something was burning when he rode it, but it was also loaded with chrome, its tank was a sweet cobalt blue, and with the detachable windshield and leather saddlebags that came with it, it was in shape enough to carry him out onto the road all over again.

We're coming! She felt like shouting it to the sky. We're on our way!

There is no standing still, Life goes on, and is always bringing forth its Realities, which Way soever it goeth.

If, looking back upon the lengthened way My feet have trod, since, long ago, I left Those well-known shores, and when mine eyes are filled With tears, I take the pencil in its turn, and shading light the landscape spread below..."

Are not there little chapters in everybody's life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?

Go not as told by others, But by other ways go.

The road, it seemed, was a river and he was the only one who knew the stepping-stones.

William McIlvanney

I've gone to the bottom of the well," Hunter said, "and the animal's not down there.

My friend, I am no longer an atheist. Come on, I want to show you.

That was what getting old was all about, she'd begun to realize: a growing heap of memories piling up around you, a Mount Everest of memories. The very opposite of being young, when the ground ahead lay level and bare, a vast open space that stretched on forever and ever, waiting to be explored.

I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring.

The truth is, of course, that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.