Quotes About Journey

He kept his eyes on the road as he drove slowly toward the inn. Slowly, as in a-herd-of-turtles-stampeding-through-peanut-butter slowly. The guy didn't pass a single indent in the road that didn't require a nearly complete stop.

Love isn't pretty and romantic. You know that, right? Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.

Open your eyes. His voice caressed her as surely as his work-roughened hands did. Open your eyes and come with me.

Life is not about perfection. It's about progress. And progress only comes with age.

Remember that marriage is a humbling journey. When one sinner marries another sinner, there is always going to be trouble. And when these sinners have little sinnerlings, there is even more trouble?

If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.

I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.

I'm lost. I know every step I took to get here, and I'm still lost.

One does not simply walk into Mordor--except that was exactly what everyone in the story did anyway.)

It gets sort of Zen after a while," Butters said brightly. "Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is a jar.

I settled in and told Michael, Now, if only we had some Wagner to send us on our way. I saw Gard's reflection in the chopper's front windows look up at my words. Then she flicked a couple of switches, and Ride of the Valkyries started thrumming through the helicopter's cabin. Yee-haw, I said as my elbows and knees started a nagging ache. As long as we're going, we might as well go out in style.

Even days that culminate in a grand battle against an insane ghost and a trip across the border between this world and the spirit realm usually start out pretty normally.

We're all the hero of our own story.

He fell into step beside me and we both got into the Blue Beetle — he got in the red door. I got in the white one, and we peered out over the grey hood[...]

Gandalf never had this kind of problem.

It gets kind of zen after awhile, life is a journey, time is a river, the door is ajar.

Do you feel you should walk the same path because so many have walked it before you came

There are people who love you, Faith. Or who one day will. Even if you can't see them beside you, right here, right now, they're out there. But if you let the dark get into your eyes, you might never find them. So it's best to keep a little light with you, along the way.

As much as I love to travel, I find that I miss my home there. Still, I suppose that I am glad to travel and even more glad to return. Perhaps I am doubly fortunate.

After Tolkien I went after C. S. Lewis. After Lewis, it was Lloyd Alexander. After them came Fritz Leiber, Roger Zelazny, Robert Howard, John Norman, Poul Anderson, David Eddings, Weis and Hickman, Terry Brooks, Elizabeth Moon, Glen Cook

Death is just one more Path. One you'll come to in time.

People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma—and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it. I felt fairly sure that the Almighty, whatever name tag He had on at the moment, could handle a few questions from people sincerely looking for answers.

People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma—and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it.

Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is a jar.