Quotes About Journey

Be in this world as if you are a traveller, a passer-by, with your clothes and shoes full of dust. Sometimes you sit under the shade of a tree, sometimes you walk in the desert. Be always a passer-by, for this is not home. – Hadith of the Prophet

Keep reading. It's one of the most marvelous adventures that anyone can have.

The journey is the treasure.

I intend to follow the path of virtue. It will not be overcrowded.

Our life is like a land journey, too even and easy and dull over long distances across the plains, too hard and painful up the steep grades; but, on the summits of the mountain, you have a magnificent view--and feel exalted--and your eyes are full of happy tears--and you want to sing--and wish you had wings! And then--you can't stay there, but must continue your journey--you begin climbing down the other side, so busy with your footholds that your summit experience is forgotten.

I was one of those heart seeds us kids had heard about in class. I was at some earlier stage of a journey that would deliver me to another place, to another life, into another way of being. I just didn't know where or when.

Pip is an orphan who is given the chance to create his own self and destiny. Pip's experience also reminds us of the emigrant's experience. Each leaves behind the place he grew up in. Each strikes out on his own. Each is free to create himself anew. Each is also free to make mistakes...

No matter through what realms of the fantastic you may travel, you arrive inevitably at the commonplace.

The dilemma of choosing our identity is an ongoing progress that forces us…to decide consciously or unconsciously the direction in which we will expend our energy.

Life continues, and we all of us keep changing and building, toward what we cannot know.

Everyone needs time to develop their dreams. An egg in the nest doesn't become a bird overnight.

For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo.

now he saw the familiar wide river beside the path differently. He saw all of the light and color and history it contained and carried in its slow - moving water; and he knew that there was an Elsewhere from which it came, and an Elsewhere to which it was going

I've described my usual writing process as scrambling from peak to peak on inspiration through foggy valleys of despised logic.

Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.

Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.

The two of us with our scrappy motor and no idea what was going to happen next, a Persian version of the Blues Brothers scene – there's 106 miles to Qom, we've got a full tank of benzin, half a pack of pistachios, it's sunny out, and I'm wearing a hijab. Bezan berim!

In essence, there are not really twenty-two trumps, there is only one—the Fool. Al the other trumps live inside (and issue from) the Fool.

Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.

For there are roads and roads, and of truth there are orders and orders.

Freely the subject makes himself what he is, never in this life is the making finished, always it is in process, always it is a precarious achievement that can slip and fall and shatter.

I've been around and I've noticed that walking's easy when the road is flat; them danged ole hiils will get you every time. Yeah, the good Lord gave us mountains so we could learn how to climb.

I've been around and I've noticed that walking's easy when the road is flat; those big ol' hills will get you every time. The good Lord gave us mountains so we could learn how to climb.

The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!