Quotes About Journey

BETWEEN BIRTH AND BURIAL, WE FIND OURSELVES in a comedy of mysteries. If

Each life is a spool of thread that unravels through the years, and it is by a thread that we are so perilously suspended.

From birth to death we explore and seek, and in the end we arrive where we started, the past having made one great slow turn on a carousel to become our future, and if we have learned anything worth learning, the carousel will bring us to the one place we most need to be.

It's only life. We all get through it. Not all of us complete the journey in the same condition. Along the way, some lose their legs or eyes in accidents or altercations, while others skate through years with nothing worse to worry about than an occasional bad-hair day.

Between birth and burial, we find ourselves in a comedy of mysteries.

The cataract of grief is a longer drop than Niagara, and I guess I've not reached the river of acceptance at the bottom.

Your this beautiful ship that will sail a long way, and I'd only be your anchor A ship without an anchor can never be at rest

Fate isn't a straight road, I said, becoming the oracle that earlier in the day I had declined to be for her. There are forks in it, many different routes to different ends. We have the free will to choose the path.

I feel like I've been sliding all day.

THE WAY AND THE WAY NOT

I'd guess that what's behind you is much more than what lies ahead, though you have a way to go yet.

So many things in my continuing education are learned by going where I have to go and doing what I have to do. Therefore, my only answer is: I guess I'll find out.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I tend to do that. Any life isn't just one story; it's thousands of them. So when I try to tell one of my own, I sometimes go down an alleyway when I should take the main street, or if the story is fourteen blocks long, I sometimes start on block four and have to backtrack to make sense.

journeying through the fields of evil is the price we pay for free will

she drove slowly into town as the gold and rose fingers of the dawn reached toward fading stars that eluded them.

Toda vida es una novela. La escribimos a medida que la vivimos.

she wants to put a few hundred more miles between them and Ringrock as fast as she can

Repeatedly during her trek from grotto to bungalow

and they believe he or she might have gotten as far as Jacob's Ladder, her island, her home.

On the road that I have taken, one day, walking, I awaken, amazed to see where I have come, where I'm going, where I'm from.

The thing pursuing him, however, was not only his past but also his fate, and the rails that led away from it also led inexorably to it.

all goes well, he will be done with the job before the day ends, and then be on his way.

Carson Conroy's

Ian Stonebridge