Quotes About Journey

Je n'étais vraiment moi–même qu'à l'instant où je m'enfuyais. Mes seuls bons souvenirs sont des souvenirs de fuite ou de fugue.

Bien des années plus tard, un après-midi que je marchais dans les parages du Val-de-Grâce, j'ai essayé de retrouver ce hôtel. Je n'avais noté ni le nom ni l'adresse sur le carnet noir, comme on évite d'écrire les détails trop intimes de notre vie, de crainte qu'une fois fixés sur le papier ils ne nous appartiennent plus.

Patrick Modiano

Patrick Modiano

rediscover the quality he possessed in

No era de verdad yo misma más que mientras escapaba.

Il y a des etres mysterieux - toujours les memes - qui se tiennent en sentinelles a chaque carrefour de votre vie.

Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.

A book… it's a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.

You starting to feel hope yet?" Viola asks, her voice curious. "No," I say, fuddling my noise. "You?" Her eyebrows are up but she shakes her head. "No, No." "But we're going anyway." "Oh, yeah," Viola says. "Hell or high water." "It'll probably be both," I say.

And she says, "Then let's just take the effing road and get ourselves to Haven." I smile, a little. "You said effing ," I say. "You actually said the word effing .

He wanted something, he realizes now. Wanted an answer other than the ones he'd been given. Wanted to find out this whole world had some purpose, some particular purpose. For him.

Do you believe there's hope at the end?" "No, no, I dont, but im still going, you coming with me?

Viola blows out a thoughtful air. "My dad used to say, 'There's only forward, Vi, only outward and up.'" "There's only forward," I repeat. "Outward and up," she says.

Everything that's happened has brought me here, to this place, with this knife in my hand, and something worth saving.

Here I am. Here we are. Here we go. Here is all that matters.

It is not what I want from you, Conor O'Malley, it said. It is what you want from me . "I don't want anything from you," Conor said. Not yet, said the monster. But you will.

And changing for the better doesn't mean that he's ever going to reach good.

Schooling ain't life." "Ain't it?" she says, her eyebrows raising in mock surprise.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back. And so yer always alone, forever and always.

Not everyone has to be the Chosen One. Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing the things that are great for them, having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people properly. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyway.

No penséis que no habéis vivido lo bastante como para no tener una historia que contar.

We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.

I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.