Quotes About Journey

I ran away one day. He was running in the same direction.

You're going to have to learn to ride a horse on your own, Phaedra', he said. 'It will make the journey faster.' 'The mule and I have an agreement.' 'The mule and you have similar traits.

Scatter?' Tate said. 'Why? We stay here. Why go anywhere else?' 'Because we'll never know how great this place is until we leave it,' Narnie said.

It's my birthday today. I'm not 17 anymore. The 17 Janis Ian sang about where one learns the truth. But what she failed to mention is that you keep on learning truths after 17 and I want to keep on learning truths till the day I die.

What's the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you'll understand.

And we all end up where we started

My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. I counted. It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I'd ever seen, where the trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-la.

I think the worst thing that ever happened to me was leaving home," she says honestly. "Why?" "Because I miss it like you'd never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

I met you at the cornerstone on the highway to bedlam./Walked with you to the pinnacle, along that ledge to hell,/Traveled along the passageway of all things aching,/But would crawl with you if you wanted me to/On the steeple point to hope./So we can tip the stars and hold the moon,/Graze the sun, but make it soon.

You're going to have to learn to ride a horse on your own, Phaedra," he said. "It will make the journey faster." "The mule and I have an agreement." "The mule and you have similar traits," he said.

Finnikin had learned over the years not to think of anything beyond the practicalities of getting from one point to another. To focus on the achievable.

and without taking along a Cadet who will change the way I breathe for the rest of my life

Vivo en el camino de Jellicoe, donde los árboles forman toldos de agradable brisa y puedes trepar y subir a el.

You are strong and young, and you will find a way out of this darkness. But that path will belong to you. No one else.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

With some stories, you really can't rush things. And it's often best just to sit back and enjoy the journey for what it is.

She had to admit, pregnancy had been an experience. Not that anything bad had happened, it was more that she felt constantly in awe of what was taking place in her body, and she couldn't believe that soon she would have a son to call her own.

maybe they aren't mistakes at all. Maybe it's just that the path to the place you're supposed to be is longer?

As more kids piled on and the bus started up, she stared out the window at the place where she'd done so much growing up. When she'd first come to camp, she couldn't believe she was setting foot on Camp Lakeview, or any camp grounds at all, for that matter. Now she couldn't believe she was leaving.

The sky is black, so rich and thick it looks warm. It feels as if I can see for miles into that blackness, the stars glimmering white, and as my eyes adjust, there are millions of stars. Billions. And it is time to move on. I have no choice.

The problem is, no matter how far or fast you drive, you can't leave yourself behind. And if you can't feel at home in your own head, where can you?

Absently, she wondered if finding one's place in the world always felt like this, as if an audible click could be heard

Damn it all. A perfect exit ruined by her crappy sense of direction.