Quotes About Journey

You are your own scriptwriter and the play is never finished, no matter what your age or position in life.

She drew in a breath of salty sea air and let it out, mentally disconnecting with life on land even as the boat whisked her away from it. Just for today, she'd leave her worries behind and surrender to the wind's wiles.

The Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner.

If we are created to discover God, and we are, then our experience of Him is limited only by the diligence of our pursuit.

Feeling after God is dangerous business.

Angie was where most of me began and all of me ended.

time is nothing to me but a series of book-marks that I use to jump back and forth through the text of my life, returning again and again to the events that mark me

It's the sea, some men take to it. Some men it takes.

I'd like to say I found a sublime beauty in it all, but I didn't. And yet. And yet, this life we'd built filled our car

She couldn't adapt to the present, to who they were now, warts and all, so she drove winding lanes into the past to warm herself.

If a man was lucky, he was moving toward something his whole life.

La cálida mano de Angie se cerraba en torno a la mía mientras dábamos media vuelta y, esquivando los escombros, seguíamos el camino de la brisa en dirección a nuestra parte de la ciudad.

His father was gone. He was no longer a son. He was a man without history or expectation. A blank slate, beholden to none. He felt like a pilgrim who'd pushed off from the shore of a homeland he'd never see again, crossed a black sea under a black sky, and landed in the new world, which waited, unformed, as if it had always been waiting. For him. To give the country a name, to remake it in his image so it could espouse his values and export them across the globe.

But what? No one's good, no one's bad. Everyone's just trying to make their way.

Pazzesco. -A cosa si riferisce? -Al luogo in cui è finita. Secondo la mia opinione. -Be', certo. Almeno questo credo che possiamo prenderlo come un dato di fatto.

Nevertheless, whatever road you choose, I would be surprised if Happiness Is a Serious Problem did not help you on that road.

I found out everybody's different – the same kind of different as me. We're all just regular folks walkin down the road God done set in front of us. The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or something in between, this earth ain't no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless – just workin our way toward home

The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain't no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless--just workin our way toward home.

The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain't no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless--just working our way toward home.

I found out everybody's different--the same kind of different as me. We're all just regular folks walkin down the road God done set in front of us.

No one is intrinsically superior or inferior — we are all just going through phases.

These are the days when, however simple the future, we do not go towards it but leave part of life in a lobby whose elevators divide and enclose us, brightening digits that show exactly where we are headed, while a young Polish woman is emptying an ashtray, and we are drawn to a window whose strings, if we pull them, widen an emptiness.

You want to hear my history? Ask the sea.

On my tenth birthday a bicycle and an atlas coincided as gifts, and a few days later I decided to cycle to India...However, I was a cunning child so I kept my ambition to myself, thus avoiding the tolerant amusement it would have provoked among my elders.