Quotes About Journey

those ever-darkening stairs of the mind

But it is sometimes more fun to explore than to know. And you might find that you love the voyage in all its stumbling uncertainty.

Because now she saw the kinds of things she could do when she put herself to work. And that, actually, the life she had been living had its own logic to it.

After all, we aren't just who we are born. We are who we become. We are what life does to us.

as Nietzsche put it: "The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either.

Nora, sometimes the only way to learn is to live.

Calatoria il face pe o, sa fie modest", a spus Gustave Flaubert. "Atunci iti dai seama cat de putin loc ocupi in lume.

Because, Nora, sometimes the only way to learn is to live.' 'Sounds hard.

didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.

But you will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life,' he said, wisely.

There is this idea that you either read to escape or you read to find yourself. I don't really see the difference. We find ourselves through the process of escaping. It is not where we are, but where we want to go, and all that.

Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

Visualization often helps with this. So, close your eyes for a moment and imagine being in the setting you want to share your story, and

Y. Stemple, tells a heartfelt story about a young

If you land on the moon, you still have to get home.

Many tales are told of what he witnessed on his journey, of the Desert of Dried-Up Tears, of the Vale of the Lost Shape, and other places besides.

Why faintest thou! I wanderd till I died. Roam on! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask proof? Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside.

Where great whales come sailing by,Sail and sail, with unshut eye,Round the world forever and aye.

Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.

Only when we discover that the pain of being the way we are is greater than the pain of trying to change will we put forth the effort necessary to make significant progress on our inward journey.

If one is traveling simply for the sake of traveling," Bly liked to say, "and not for the purpose of impressing fellow travelers, the problem of baggage becomes a very simple one.

Finding the stewardess, Bly asked her about the monkey. The stewardess replied drily, "We have met." Bly was now alarmed to see that the stewardess's arm was bandaged from wrist to shoulder."What did you do?" she asked. "I did nothing but scream," the stewardess replied; "the monkey did the rest.

Matthew Hughes

Every journey to something is a journey away from something