Quotes About Journey

Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone.

Mouse liked going places in the car. That the place had happened to be a clandestine meeting in a freaking graveyard didn't seem to spoil anything for him. It was all about the journey, not the destination. A very Zen soul, was Mouse.

The door is ajar," the dashboard said. "It won't shut up," I explained to him. "It gets sort of Zen after a while," Butters said brightly. "Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is a jar.

By the time I got home, it was after two o'clock in the morning. The

The path of excess leads to the palace of wisdom," he said, and turned for the door.

You have to retrace your steps and see how you got to where you are, the bird said sarcastically, which, I might add, is a pretty pathetic situation.

Roxanne and Clark Loper were homeward bound.

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You cannot escape God's call on your life. He will pursue you to the ends of the earth!

Spiritual maturity is a lifelong pursuit. We grow in spiritual maturity moment by moment, day by day, year by year.

Beware O wanderer, the road is walking too.

The head's a cloud anchor that the feet must follow. Travel light, he said, or don't travel at all.

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea.

I bought a ticket with the last of my money at the bus station, telling the agent that there certainly seemed to be a long, long road winding to the land of my dreams.

Nothing on my trip thus far was as I expected which shows you that rather than simply read about the United States you have to log the journey.

In 20,000 walks you're bound to learn a little.

Work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.

How can I be lost when I've never been found?

To the white people, among whom I helplessly number myself, life is a very long and high set of stairs, but to my mother life was a river, a slow and stately wind across the sky, an endless sea of grass.

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Why shouldn't this happen? I have to rid myself of this last land mine, the unlived life.

No one grows up, they just get tired. Or few indeed. No stopping for dead animals on the turnpike. Too dangerous.

Our hearts, like sails on a ship, are not designed to grasp the why and the where. Our hearts are designed to do one thing—respond.

Moving right along In search of good times And good news, With good friends you can't lose. This could become a habit. Opportunity just knocked, Let's reach out and grab it, Together we'll nab it, We'll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it.