Quotes About Journey

And if you don't find what you're looking for? At Roy's question Addie looked up. Then all I've lost is time.

Cinta bukanlah suatu persamaan. Cinta bukan suatu kontrak, dan bukan suatu akhir yang bahagia. Cinta adalah papan tulis di bawah kapur tulis, tanah dari mana gedung-gedung muncul, dan oksigen dalam udara. Cinta adalah tempat aku kembali, ke mana pun aku pergi.

The scenery you see when you're driving in a car is completely different from the scenery you'd see if you walked the same stretch of road. In the car you might see splashes of color; by foot, you'd realize they are butterflies.

If you travel in space for three years and come back, four hundred years will have passed on Earth. I am only an armchair astronomer, but I have the odd sense that I have returned from a journey to a world where nothing quite makes sense.

She pictured how it would feel to trust your instincts in a strange land, to know the difference between where you had been and where you were going.

Si no corregimos la dirección en la que vamos, acabaremos en el lugar de donde venimos.

The only way you can tell how far you've come is to know where you started.

If she was getting anywhere on this journey, it was still the wrong way.

unlike the rest of the free world, I didn't get here by accident.

There are a lot of places, I reply, that I thought I'd never go.

it had taken Jack a moment to realise it wasn't weight he'd lost during these eight months but pride

The age wasn't as important as the milestones.

She wondered how big the world was, really, when you crossed it, instead of traced it with your finger on the map.

Where is this going to take me? she had asked. And Caleb's answer: Where do you want it to?

Finding God's grace wasn't like locating missing keys or the forgotten name of a 1940s pinup girl – it was more of a feeling: the sun breaking through an overcast morning, the softest bed sinking under your weight. And, of course, you couldn't find God's grace unless you admitted you were lost.

It felt like the stamp of a passport when you reached your own country, and realized that the only reason you'd traveled was to remember the feeling of home.

whatever does happen the way it's supposed to? You don't plan life, you just do it.

maybe you believe that we fall into our future blindly, drifting from adventure to adventure, our journey zigzagging not according to plan but according to pure chance. Or just maybe, as random and haphazard as our lives seems--maybe that's exactly what the author had in mind.

Every life has a beginning, a middle, and an end; dissect history and you'll see the word that defines it as a tale, a narrative.

Listen, I would say, this is not how I thought our lives would go; and maybe we cannot find our way out of this alley. But there is no one I'd rather be lost with.

Scars are just a treasure map of pain we've buried too deep to remember.

We are all just canvases for our scars.

For Nina and Nathaniel, it's all about the end product—pouring it on pancakes and waffles. But to Caleb, the beauty is in the way you get there. The blood of a tree, a spout, and a bucket. Steam rising, the scent filling every corner of the house. There is nothing quite like it: knowing every breath you take is bound to be sweet.

So you see, the real question isn't how I left this world to go to the woods. It's how I made myself come back.