Quotes About Journey

To walk the way of Wisdom is to become transparent to the Light that is your very being.

Find the place where your feet know how to walk / And follow your own trail home." The way to your heart begins with your feet on the ground, quietly but intensely present.

This is crucial: The reward for following Wisdom is immediate. The Way to is the Way of.

What would you like to do tonight?" Go to the moon with you.

It is true that William Blake said that "The Road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom," but they didn't have angel dust back then.

He took them to London on New Year's Eve, while Brian went by train. Like the rest of the boys, Neil had never been to London.

It must take some courage to fly, to trust the wind to hold you as it lifts you away from all you've ever known. To know inside that you're heading where you're meant to go—even if you've never been there before. And that 'I hope so' will be enough to get you there.

Sometimes life is like a long road leading from one "if" to another.

Traveling is seeing it is the implicit that we travel by.

After a certain number of years, our faces become our biographies.

Nothing is so awesomely unfamiliar as the familiar that discloses itself at the end of a journey.

A writer is dreamed and transfigured into being by spells, wishes, goldfish, silhouettes of trees, boxes of fairy tales dropped in the mud, uncles' and cousins' books, tablets and capsules and powders...and then one day you find yourself leaning here, writing on that round glass table salvaged from the Park View Pharmacy--writing this, an impossibility, a summary of who you came to be where you are now, and where, God knows, is that?

This is what travelers discover: that when you sever the links of normality and its claims, when you break off from the quotidian, it is the teapots that truly shock.

It is when we are most lost that we sometimes find our truest friends.

In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. All berries will be treasures.

The war was just a mile or so away, and I wondered at my simply walking to it, as I might walk to the market or to school. Today I will walk to the war.

I have the feeling that I know who I am, only I'm not anymore.

Perhaps the story of the human race is best understood as a journey through particularly hazardous terrain, in the dark, in a not very well-serviced vehicle, with a succession of drivers of varying competence, in assorted states of inebreiation

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.

Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learnt to walk.

If you asked me for my New Year Resolution, it would be to find out who I am.

Da quando sono qui da sola, ho la sensazione di passeggiare tenendo i miei morti per mano. Facciamo un giro, mi confortano e mi hanno paura allo stesso tempo. Mi raccontano la stessa storia, tutti i giorni.

When it hurts we return to the banks of certain rivers. — Czeslaw Milosz, from "I Sleep A Lot," The Collected Poems 1931— 1987 . (The Ecco Press; First Edition edition 1988)

We are an echo that runs, skittering, through a train of rooms