Quotes About Journey

set sail on a voyage of your own titanic facts

Annie, I hope you and your brother have a safe trip in your magic tree house," said Mr.

I could not tell what I should fill even this one day with; and there were years ahead. She

We started off, he and I, and the girl between us. She shivered as the cold struck her; he pulled the sheepskins higher, and put his arm with a fold of his cloak about her shoulders. I felt a sudden rush of the past upon me; for a moment grief pierced me like a winter night; yet it came to me like an old grief, I had suffered it long since and now it was behind me.

Either we shall find what we are seeking, or at least we shall free ourselves from the persuasion that we know what we do not know.

There is only one journey, she said, that all men make. They go forth from the Mother, and do what men are born to do, till she stretches out her hand, and calls them home.

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

Let no one be deluded that a knowledge of the path can substitute for putting one foot in front of the other.

We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

Every mode of travel has its signature mental aberration.

You can map your life through your favorite movies, and no two people's maps will be the same.

I am the serpent that devours her own tail--her own tale. If you tell a tale well enough, it becomes a path to follow. I shed my skin and begin again.

Tibb has admonished me to be careful which road I walked, but in truth no road was simple, straightforward, or, indeed, what it appeared to be at first glimpse. Every path was tricksy, full of turns and twists and blind corners with God-only-knew-what dangers lurching round the bend.

The gods only go with you if you put yourself in their path. And that takes courage.

Life does just go on, and you change, and you can't go back. You have to live it the way it comes.

I relish my life. It's the one I have. It's difficult, beautiful, painful, full of laughter, passing strange. Whatever else it is, whatever it brings – it's mine.

Step One is, paradoxically, both a crushing end and a beginning.

There is never a sudden revelation, a complete and tidy explanation for why it happened, or why it ends, or why or who you are. You want one and I want one, but there isn't one. It comes in bits and pieces, and you stitch them together wherever they fit, and when you are done you hold yourself up, and still there are holes and you are a rag doll, invented, imperfect. And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.

Art is a process, not a product.

Already, with the city behind them, New York didn't feel quite real. As if reality only existed where she existed.

We humans need purpose in our lives. Look for happiness and it's hard to find. Find purpose and happiness is usually it's side kick, humming alongside.

Navigation, you see, is not just a problem for sailors. Everyone must go adventuring sooner or later, yet finding one's way home is not easy. Just like the North Star and all its whirling, starry brethren, a person's idea of where 'home' is remains in perpetual motion, one's whole life long. Home was more than a house, even if the house was very grand.

One home is forsaken in hopes of finding another.

Agatha Swanburn - "A journey of a thousand miles is best spent napping.