Quotes About Journey

The mystery of the Christian gospel is that our deepest, truest self is not what we think of as our own separate self but the self that is one with Christ. This is the reason that the self that embarks on the journey of Christ-following is not the self that arrives.

A cynic by experience, a romantic by inclination and now a hero by necessity.

Life is full of little surprises. Time travel is full of big ones.

That's the great illusion of travel, of course, the notion that there's somewhere to get to. A place where you can finally say, Ah, I've arrived. (Of course there is no such place. There's only a succession of waitings until you go home.)

I tend to stumble through life as if lost in a deep forest with an out-of-date map that I can't figure out how to fold. The trees all look familiar, animals are making scary sounds in the bushes and the sandwich in my bag isn't what I ordered. No doubt I'm not alone in this.

Adventure is not outside a man it is within.

Si sentiva libero. [...] Libero come una stella che devia dall'orbita e solca il firmamento lasciandosi dietro una scia sfavillante.

C'è un momento in cui si compie un piccolo passo, pensò, si devia di un millimetro dalla solita via, a quel punto si è costretti a posare anche un secondo piede e d'un tratto si finisce si un percorso sconosciuto.

it is a journey to the language that can describe what is so hard to utter.

The book should betray me, in the sense that it should take me to places I am afraid to go

My destiny doomed me to be in this desert land. I will map it.

and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am

One thing has led to the next in my life, but like lines of a poem. I suppose I've thrown in my lot with love, and don't know any other way to go on breathing.

The Way is to straighten oneself and await the direction of destiny.

Woodman, M. (1982) Addition to Perfection. Toronto: Inner City Books.

be simple and always take the next step. You needn't see it in advance, but you can look back at it afterwards. There is no "how" of life, one just does it.... It seems, however, to be terribly difficult for you not to be complicated and to do what is simple and closest to hand.... So climb down from the mountain of your humility and follow your nose. That is your way. 1

What looked safe was not safe. What looked hard and unsafe was probably safer. Anyway, safe was somewhere else in the world.

Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

The only history is a mere question of one's struggle inside oneself. But that is the joy of it. One need neither discover Americas nor conquer nations, and yet one has as great a work as Columbus or Alexander, to do.

The great living experience for every man is his adventure into the woman. The man embraces in the woman all that is not himself, and from that one resultant, from that embrace, comes every new action.

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.

Amid spring mountains, alone, I set out to find you. Axe strokes crack-crack, and quit. Quiet mystery Deepens. I follow a stream up into last snow and ice And beyond, dusk light aslant, to Stone Gate forests. Deer roam all morning here, for you harm nothing. Wanting nothing, you know chi gold and silver all Night. Facing you on a whim in such dark, the way Home lost- I feel it drifting, this whole empty boat. Tu Fu

I used to know where I was going but as I get older I just seem to arrive there!