Quotes About Journey

But I came to learn that God never shows us something we aren't ready to understand. Instead, He lets us see what we need to see, when we need to see it. He'll wait until our eyes and hearts are open to Him, and then when we're ready, He will plant our feet on the path that's best for us...but it's up to us to do the walking.

I came to learn that God never shows us something we aren't ready to understand. Instead, He lets us see what we need to see, when we need to see it. He'll wait until our eyes and hearts are open to Him, and then when we're ready, He will plant our feet on the path that's best for us . . . but it's up to us to do the walking.

Myslím, že na místa, kde se odvíjely rozhodující události naÅ¡ich život?, stojí za to ob?as zavítat, abychom zjistili: nemáme sami se sebou nic spole?ného.

Righteousness, according to Mencius, is a straight and narrow path which a man ought to take to regain the lost paradise.

There's more than one answer to these questions Pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine.

Heads fall off from time to time Some of them old, some of them young The conductor hollers into the crowd: 'Keep moving forward to the back!

Four people sat in the big, shining automobile. Three of them were men. The fourth was a little girl. The little girl's name was Maida Westabrook. The three men were "Buffalo" Westabrook, her father, Dr. Pierce, her physician, and Billy Potter, her friend. They were coming from Marblehead to Boston.

Now the journey is ending, the wind is losing heart. Into your hands it's falling, a rickety house of cards. The cards are backed with pictures displaying all the world. You've stacked up all the images and shuffled them with words. And how profound the playing that once again begins! Stay, the card you're drawing is the only world you'll win.

In the end he'll find out what's going on with me, since we still have the rest of our lives. Maybe not ahead of us, maybe just today, but we do have our lives, there's no doubt about that.

Life is reading a page that you have read, or reading over your shoulder, reading with you and not forgetting, because you don't forget anything. Life is also walking around in this void, which has space for everything.

something is always eluding me, but internally, whenever I explore this infinite space inside me. Nothing much has changed since the good old days when people first started going into space. Malina: Infinite? Me: Of course. How could this space be anything but infinite?

I can no longer see a path in any path.

I have lived in Ivan and die in Malina.

Life is short, my friend. We have to make the most of our chances. We're not so different from these little guys. Happiness is out there. But it's not guaranteed, and we can't wait for it to come to us.

doesn't limit itself to a place, but applies to the lives of its people as well. The present, after all, cannot exist without its past. The two are inextricably tied, a circle that must eventually find its point of completion. For my characters here, raised in a county of like and different, the ends of the circle are about to connect, the ensuing collision forever altering the journey

And what if this place I'm running to has become every bit as random and merciless as the city I just left? The place where I've spent the past twenty years of my life working toward something I truly thought I would eventually reach, only to realize I had been there all along. And never recognized it. Never valued it.

I've heard it said that we are the sum total of every choice we've ever made. I don't think anyone could be a better example of that than I am.

But when you get to where I am in life, you realize that we are who we end up being because of each and every experience we've had. To pull one would unravel the entire masterpiece." I

Inglath Cooper

And then you find yourself living what you never imagined. ~ Author Unknown

I am living permanently in my dream, from which I make brief forays into reality.

DiPietro and Molenaar

Joe McMoneagle's book Mind Trek.

Getting old is like climbing a mountain; you get a little out of breath, but the view is much better!