Quotes About Journey

Odiseo, hijo de Laertes, el gran viajero, príncipe de mil argucias y artimañas, me había enseñado sus cicatrices y, a cambio, me había permitido fingir que yo no tenía ninguna.

For like Phoinix I am declared already, decided. I am no longer to guide the course, merely to be carried into darkness and beyond, with only Achilles' hands at the helm.

Estoy hecho de recuerdos I am made of memories

All my life, I have been moving forward, and now I am here. I have a mortal's voice, let me have the rest.

All this while I have been a weaver without wool, a ship without the sea. Yet now look where I sail.

He recited the story as if he were giving a recipe for meat. The storms that had blown them half across the world. The lands filled with cannibals and vengeful savages, with sybarites who drugged their wills. They had been ambushed by the cyclops Polyphemus, a savage one-eyed giant who was a son of Poseidon. He had eaten half a dozen men and sucked their bones. Odysseus had had to blind him to escape, and now Poseidon hunted them across the waves in vengeance

I touched the thought like a cruise, testing for its ache.

Funny how everyday we are given choices to make in our lives. Some are just more far-reaching than others.

On the one hand, the idea of marriage and the sort of traditional family life repulses me. But on the other hand, I long for it, you know what I mean? I'm constantly in conflict with things. And it is because of my past and my upbringing and the journey that I've been on.

Keep a diary and one day it'll keep you.

I've been things and seen places.

It's a funny old world. Once you realize that, you're halfway there.

The day she realized that there were many ways to go, and Mother's was only one way. Not necessarily the right way, and not at all the wrong way. Just one of the many ways ahead.

Love isn't a straight line. It's a roller coaster ride.

Every day you awaken, the day before you is a mystery, that is the mystery of life -Maggie Bayliss

Instead of a last-gasp sprint, death can be a marathon.

And so I recognized that my sojourn into open-heart territory was ultimately an open heart journey in another sense, a spiritual journey of awakening—to the reality that I am here in this life with a purpose, and have been from the day I was born.

I'm not on my way anywhere, Harry sometimes tells inquirers. How to explain, in a culture frantic for resolution, that sometimes the shit stays messy?

One thing they don't tell you bout the blues when you got 'em, you keep on fallin' 'cause there ain't no bottom," sings Emmylou Harris, and she may be right. Perhaps it would help to be told that there is no bottom, save, as they say, wherever and whenever you stop digging.

Nonetheless, as Billie Holiday knew, it remains the case that to see blue in deeper and deeper saturation is eventually to move toward darkness.

The Oblivion Seekers

one may have to undergo the same realizations, write the same notes in the margin, return to the same themes in one's work, relearn the same emotional truths, write the same book over and over again—not because one is stupid or obstinate or incapable of change, but because such revisitations constitute a life.

She walks slowly. She wants to feel the prick, the push of every bit of gravel under her shoe. She wants to feel every scratch, every discomfort of this....her leaving walk.

She is not yet where she needs to be, in the forest, alone, with the trees over her head. She is not alone.