Quotes About Journey

From the moment we are born, we are wanderers, longing-for a place to which to return.

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You are strangers, too, sine nomine, even to yourselves. They

He loved to be among people and talk to them, find out what they had done and what they believed in. He felt that everybody was a traveler on the same journey, and a person should be interested in what others had learned along the way. But the Public was a different matter. The Public was too delicate, too selfish and selfabsorbed, a loud collective Voice clamoring with complaints, demanding attention.

What happens to a wanderer?" Moses asked Neph. "Does he ever come home?" And Neph answered ruefully that wanderers were those who sought their home – not those who left it. The cryptic intent was not lost on Moses, and when Neph asked him how he felt, he replied, "I am a stranger here.

I took the route favoured by all worldly failures and became a spiritual success.

There is no word for the sound a life makes.

There was a time when a book could be sold purely because its author had been to distant climes and had returned to tell of the exotic sights he had seen. That author was Marco Polo, and the time was the thirteenth century.

Do not think us as traffic cops, or even driving instructors. Think of us instead as your onboard navigation system, available day or night, a friendly voice to turn to whenever you look up, lost and afraid, and think "How the fuck did I end up here?

I have a plot, but not much happens.

Early on July 2, 1911, my father left with Lambert Charibon for Anticosti Island. Shortly after supper on the same day, my mother took up with Botho August.

I realize I've sometimes raced over the years like an ice skater fleeing the devil on a frozen river.

Now, you and I cannot go two ways at the same time while we join in these merry doings; so we will e'en let Little John follow his own path while we tuck up our skirts and trudge after Robin Hood.

And now, dear friend, you who have journeyed with me in all these merry doings, I will not bid you follow me further, but will drop your hand here with a good den, if you wish it, for that which cometh herafter, speaks of the breaking up of things, and shows how joys and pleasures that are dead and gone can never be set upon their feet to walk again.

the Sun is the kind of hero we are, but the Ascendant is the quest on which we must embark. The Sun is why we are here; the Ascendant is how we get there.

Never measure the height of a mountain, until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it was. Dag Hammarskjöld

Life is a sum of all your choices

To see my world not as it was, but as it could be. This became a lifetime habit. And in some ways, that's the story I've tried to tell in this book: how we can all reimagine a better future by learning from the past with as much clarity and wisdom as we can muster, and by summoning the will and doing the work to bring that future into being. This has been my life's journey.

For the next several miles our trail winds through dramatically lush growth, so vigorous that the trail is completely covered... And, as you physically penetrate this living wall it occurs to you just how far civilization is being left behind.

after I visited him, and I couldn't

They who seek God with all their hearts must, however, some day on their way meet Jesus.1

Some people say I'm a no count, others say I'm no good But I'm just a natural born travelin' man Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah Doin' what I think I should.

And when I first saw you I first loved you With a song that I sang to the fire in your eyes But somebody told you that it wouldn't be easy And you carried that lie for the devil to sing Some sail rivers deep and muddy some sail rivers clear and cold But the river that I'm sailin' goes to sea And sometimes I do grow weary sometimes I feel old And sometimes I wonder if you think of me.

When I was a little baby, my mama she said "Son. Travel where you will and grow to be a man And sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sung."