Quotes About Journey

All my life I have been moving forward, and now I am here. I have a mortal's voice, let me have the rest. I lift the brimming bowl to my lips and drink.

The ship's boards were still sticky with new resin. We leaned over the railing to wave our last farewell, the sun-warm wood pressed against our bellies. The sailors heaved up the anchor, square and chalky with barnacles, and loosened the sails. Then they took their seats at the oars that fringed the boat like eyelashes, waiting for the count. The drums began to beat, and the oars lifted and fell, taking us to Troy.

He wanted to go. He had always wanted to go, from the moment he was born into my arms.

Odysseus drew the world to him," she said. "Telegonus runs after, shaping as he goes, like a river carving a channel.

No wonder I have been so slow, I thought. All this while, I have been a weaver without wool, a ship without the sea. Yet now look where I sail.

She brought the whole urgent universe wherever she went, portents and angry deities and a thousand looming perils.

Above us, the constellations spun, and the moon paved her weary course.

I had made so many mistakes that I could not find my way back through their tangle to the first one.

The spiral shell. Always another curve out of sight.

It is likely you are not a witch. But you are something else. Something you have not found yet. And that is why you go P.240

I had found a way through the endless corridors of his pride and fury.

No wonder I had been so slow, I thought. All this while I had been a weaver without wool, a ship without sea. Yet look where I sail.

It did not take Lil-Umbra long with her fifteen-year-old legs and her slender figure to scamper down the quarter-of-a-mile avenue of over-arching elms that led due eastward from the Fortress of Roque, where she lived, to the ancient circle of Druidic stones that had come to be known as Castrum Sanctum.

He had only one life. That was a basic and relentless fact. An eternity of 'something or other' lay behind him, and an equally obscure eternity of 'something or other' lay in front of him.

The further in you go, the bigger it gets.

Learning to decipher words had only added to the pleasures of holding spines and turning pages, measuring the journey to the end with a thumb-riffle, poring over frontispieces. Books! Opening with a crackle of old glue, releasing perfume; closing with a solid thump.

But life is wakings-up, all unexpected, all surprising.

In the sense of movement a boat is a living thing. It is a companion in the night. Each boat has its own manner and character." Travis McGee, 1985

She went inside and watched him walk back toward sixteen

John D. MacDonald

Ghost Riders in the Sky" meets Vince Guaraldi!

The young man walks fast by himself through the crowd that thins into the night streets;

To die is landing on some distant shore.

The gates of Hell are open night and day Smooth the descent, and easy is the way But, to return, and view the cheerful skies In this, the task and mighty labor lies.