Quotes About Journey

Death is the opening-and the closing-of a Door.

The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day.

Death is but a passage. It is not a house, it is only a vestibule. The grave has a door on its inner side.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.

I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.

They, then, who are destined to die, need not be careful to inquire what death they are to die, but into what place death will usher them.

To die should be the most interesting journey of all the journeys a person can take.

He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend You fancy dead.

I think death is just a transition to another state of consciousness.

Death's long anabasis.

Dying to be Me: My Journey from Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing.

Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that—well, lucky you.

You got away from Palestine and the homeland. You got away from Brookline and the relatives. You got away from New York

That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that—well, lucky you.

This is what happens when you write books. There's not just something that drives you to find out everything—something begins putting everything in your path.

Todo es un error -le dije-. ¿No es eso lo que me has estado diciendo? No existe más que error. Ahí está el meollo del mundo. Nadie encuentra su vida. Eso es la vida.

The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that—well, lucky you.

Quimper. Beyond quimper.

TUNNEL, TURNPIKE, parkway—the shore! Sixty-five minutes south and there it was!

The drive was interminable. Had he missed a turn or was this itself the next abode: a coffin that you endlessly steer through the placeless darkness, recounting and recounting the uncontrollable events that induced you to become someone unforeseen. And so fast! So quickly! Everything runs away, beginning with who you are, and at some indefinable point you come to half understand that the ruthless antagonist is yourself.

They hadna sail'd a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift11 grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly12 grew the sea.

We do well to remember that the Bible has far more to say about how to live during the journey than about the ultimate destination.

If I know the way home and am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the right way because I am staggering from side to side!

They [Old Testament] taught me about Life with God: not how it is supposed to work, but how it actually does work.