Quotes About Journey

It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.

People from all over asked him what he'd found the hardest.

The only way I could achieve fulfillment was to find myself a new one.

I'm sure we all have dreams of leaving at some time in our lives, but when we reach the bottom, most of us go running home.

She doesn't know where she is going. She doesn't know when the next demons will appear. But she will keep on walking. She will follow the moon.

The path you are on is one you chose for yourself

Even before you've gone anywhere, you feel like you've gone somewhere

Already you are walking in the heat to get somewhere, but where can you go? There is nowhere but here. This street or that street, it is all the same. One day you will know this, and you will sit down and wait.

As you likely know all too well, parenting an atypical kid in a conventional world is an often lonely and difficult journey, with our families

If you stay true to yourself, you will always remain on track, even if that track takes you off the beaten path, to places you could not possibly imagine.

You are a long trail through the woods," she said. "And in the woods people prefer a shortcut." Our

He never promised life's journey wouldn't be hard. He just promised to take the journey with you. If you'll let Him. And if you do, He'll help you see that life's troubles, as well as the joys, are all His gifts. You just need the courage to open each and every gift and be thankful for the lessons they each contain.

Comment s'étaient-ils rencontrés ? Par hasard, comme tout le monde. Comment s'appelaient-ils ? Que vous importe ? D'où venaient-ils ? Du lieu le plus prochain. Où allaient-ils ? Est-ce que l'on sait où l'on va ?

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A bus came. I climbed aboard and sat on the plastic seat while the things of our city turned in the windows like the images in a slot machine.

It seemed the two held forth on parallel tracks, confident of meeting somewhere in infinity.

Now he slept soundly through the nights, and often he dreamed of trains, and often of one particular train: He was on it; he could smell the coal smoke; a world went by. And then he was standing in that world as the sound of the train died away. A frail familiarity in these scenes hinted to him that they came from his childhood. Sometimes he woke to hear the sound of the Spokane International fading up the valley and realized he'd been hearing the locomotive as he dreamed.

It was there. It was. The long walk down the hall. The door opening. The beautiful stranger. The torn moon mended. Our fingers touching away the tears. It was there.

We whizzed along down through the skeleton remnants of Iowa.

All I'd done in better than two decades was tread forward until I reached the limit of certain assumptions, and stepped off.

If he died now, Grainier probably wouldn't know it until they came into the light of the gas lamps either side of the doctor's house. After they'd moved along for nearly an hour without conversation, listening only to the creaking wagon and the sound of the nearby river and the clop of the mares, it grew dark.

It's my last year in the navy, he explained to the girl. I came across this ocean and died. They might as well bring back my bones. I'm all different.

It was a long, narrow place, like a train car that wasn't going anywhere.

The road we were lost on cut straight through the middle of the world. It was still daytime, but the sun had no more power than an ornament or a sponge.