Quotes About Journey

Fifteen. Sixteen was probably something, but fifteen - fifteen was a place between here and nowhere.

Something about memory. It takes you back to where you were and lets you just be there for a time.

Some evenings, I kneel toward Mecca with my uncle. Maybe Mecca is the place Leftie goes to in his mind, when the memory of losing his arm becomes too much. Maybe Mecca is good memories, presents and stories and poetry and arroz con pollo and family and friends... Maybe Mecca is the place everyone is looking for... It's out there in front of you, my uncle says. I know I'll know it when I get there.

Creating a novel means moving into the past, the hoped for, the imagined. It is an emotional journey, fraught at times with characters who don't always do or say what a writer wishes.

At the day's end, a writer lives alone with her story, wrestling with characters and settings, and the way light filters into and out of a scene. The deeper messages often escape her.Sometimes I take for granted the journey through the telling. At other times I curse the muse's power. But through it all, I live each day in deep gratitude.

Each person dying floats aside. Making room for the one that's coming. Perhaps they meet on their journey. Perhaps they wave as each heads on home

Two steps to the left or right or back or front and you're standing outside your life.

I didn't just appear one day. I didn't just wake up and know how to write my name. I keep writing, knowing now that I was a long time coming.

You got something you love, little man? Then you good. You love food? You cook. You love clothes? You design. You love the wind and water? You sail.

And I can't help thinking of the birds here—how they disappear in the wintertime, heading south for food and warmth and shelter. Heading south to stay alive . . . passing us on the way

But sometimes living pulls back the skin of another life. A possibility.

Each door, each friend, each step—bringing me closer to who I was becoming.

Maybe we don't get a long past. Maybe we just get a future.

Mereu sfârÈ™im prin a deveni un personaj în propria noastr? poveste.

Notre vie n'est pas derrière nous, ni avant, ni maintenant, elle est dedans.

Le Temps nous égare ! Le Temps nous étreint ! Le Temps nous est gare ! Le Temps nous est train ?

Essayez, si vous le pouvez, d'arrêter un homme qui voyage avec son suicide à la boutonnière.

Venim de departe, fiecare dintre noi, pe drumuri atât de diverse încât le credem unice. Venim de departe, pentru a ajunge la prezent, pentru a îndr?zni s? ne ocup?m locul, s? ocup?m un spa?iu de via?? care nu se dezv?luie sub pa?ii no?tri, pentru a putea l?sa poate, poate, o urm? infim? a trecerii noastre pe acest P?mânt.

Sometimes we are lucky enough to know that our lives have been changed, to discard the old, embrace the new, and run headlong down an immutable course. It happened to me at Le Mourillon on that summer's day, when my eyes were opened to the sea.

Life's a trip and then you fall.

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I'll always be there, Anna, in every ship you see sailing past. I'll be the wind in its sail.

How did you come to be a pirate?" "I was aboard a pirate ship." She rolled her eyes at him. "How did you come to be aboard a pirate ship?

How the human system is happening, in the same way the universe has happened. In the same way that the micro is happening, that is how the macro has happened. If you look at the micro and perceive it, you will also know existence.