Quotes About Journey

When, while, while when you walk.

Knowledge is simply a terrible ocean we must cross, and hope that wisdom lies on the other side.

I repeat the names of the cardinal points in Russian: sever, north, desolate asperity of the Gulag; yug, south, a funnel that sucks you down toward the bottom; vostok, east, like the launch of a catapult; and zapad, west, the sound of falling head over heels.

Forse la percezione del mondo non dipende dai luoghi, ma dall'andatura. Se vai lento, ovunque tu sia nella fascia temperata del Globo, le tue notti si popoleranno di grilli, belati, fumo di legno, erbe aromatiche, stelle. D'inverno ti addormenterai circondato di luce lunare fredda, odore di lana infeltrita e letame, tè bollenti e sogni caldi, quelli dove le persone hanno odore e sapore. In una parola, la vita.

La mappa dice che vado verso il Nord tra due regioni storiche, la Carelia e la Botnia. Due mondi diversi, parrebbe, ma a destra e sinistra vedo gli stessi laghi e gli stessi nevai

Il viaggio immobile è il più difficile di tutti, perché non hai scampo, sei solo con te stesso, in preda alle visioni, e lasciarsi andare è facile, quasi naturale.

Perché sono venuto qui? Me lo chiedo a ogni partenza, come se fosse stato l'ordine supremo di uno zar, e non la mia personale volontà, a spingermi lontano.

Where do the strong go to be weak?

every journey, honestly undertaken, stands a chance of taking us toward the place where our deep gladness meets the world's deep need.

We find common bonds in the shared details of the human journey, not in the divergent conclusions we draw from those details.

When I forget my own inner multiplicity and my own long and continuing journey toward selfhood, my expectations of students become excessive and unreal. If I can remember the inner pluralism of my own soul and the slow pace of my own self-emergence, I will be better able to serve the pluralism among my students at the pace of their young lives.

When I'm asked for the 'elevator speech' that sums up my work, I always respond, 'I always take the stairs, so I don't have an elevator speech. If you'd like to walk with me awhile, I'd love to talk.' I don't know of a life worth living or work worth doing that can be reduced to a sound bite." (40)

Some journeys are direct, and some are circuitous; some are heroic, and some are fearful and muddled. But every journey, honestly undertaken, stands a chance of taking us toward the place where our deep gladness meets the world's deep need.

For the good [person] to realize that it is better to be whole than to be good is to enter on a strait and narrow path compared to which his [or her] previous rectitude was flowery license.

But before we come to that center, full of light, we must travel in the dark. Darkness is not the whole of the story-every pilgrimage has passages of loveliness and joy-but it is the part of the story most often left untold.

soul. And the closer we get to adulthood, the more we stifle the imagination that journey requires. Why? Because imagining other possibilities for our lives would remind us of the painful gap between who we most truly are and the role we play in the so-called real world.

How can schools educate students if they fail to support the teacher's inner life? To educate is to guide students on an inner journey toward more truthful ways of seeing and being in the world.

What a long time it can take to become the person one has always been! How often in the process we mask ourselves in faces that are not our own. How much dissolving and shaking of ego we must endure before we discover our deep identity—the true self within every human being that is the seed of authentic vocation.

As often happens on the spiritual journey, we have arrived at the heart of a paradox: each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up. All we need to do is stop pounding on the door that just closed, turn around-which puts the door behind us-and welcome the largeness of life that now lies open to our souls. The door that closed kept its from entering a room, but what now lies before its is the rest of reality.

By surviving passages of doubt and depression on the vocational journey, I have become clear about at least one thing: self-care is never a selfish act-it is simply good stewardship of the only gift I have, the gift I was put on earth to offer to others.

From the beginning, our lives lay down clues to selfhood and vocation, though the clues may be hard to decode. But trying to interpret them is profoundly worthwhile—especially when we are in our twenties or thirties or forties, feeling profoundly lost, having wandered, or been dragged, far away from our birthright gifts.

But before we come to that center, full of light, we must travel in the dark. Darkness is not the whole of the story—every pilgrimage has passages of loveliness and joy—but it is the part of the story most often left untold. When we finally escape the darkness and stumble into the light, it is tempting to tell others that our hope never flagged, to deny those long nights we spent cowering in fear.

Vocation at its deepest level is not, "Oh, boy, do I want to go to this strange place where I have to learn a new way to live and where no one, including me, understands what I'm doing." Vocation at its deepest level is, "This is something I can't not do, for reasons I'm unable to explain to anyone else and don't fully understand myself but that are nonetheless compelling.

Way has never opened in front of me…but a lot of way has closed behind me, and that has had the same guiding effect.