Quotes About Journey

the signs that mock me as I go.

It's not where we are going but just that we go p.275

Speak to me heart, All things renew. Hearts will mend, Round the bend. Paths that cross Cross again, Paths that cross Will cross again. - Paths that Cross

As we headed back to Tangier we saw a shepherd guiding a camel with her calf. Rolling down the window, I called out: —What is the little one's name? —His name is Jimi Hendrix. —Hooray, I wake from yesterday! —Inshallah! he called out.

Herkes ölür," demi?ti yava? yava? güçlerini kaybeden ellerine bakarak. "Fakat ben bunun böyle olaca??n? önceden tahmin edememi?tim i?te. Ama sorun de?il. Hayat?m? istedi?im gibi ya?ad?m.

What's your life philosophy, Leo?" "I haven't figured it out yet." Abbey considers this. "'I haven't figured it out yet' is not a bad life philosophy

I've lived a life that's full, I traveled each and ev'ry highway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

All men contain several men inside them, and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are.

The story is not in the words; it's in the struggle.

We construct a narrative for ourselves, and that's the thread that we follow from one day to the next. People who disintegrate as personalities are the ones who lose that thread.

I've been trying to fit everything in, trying to get to the end before it's too late, but I see now how badly I've deceived myself. Words do not allow such things. The closer you come to the end, the more there is to say. The end is only imaginary, a destination you invent to keep yourself going, but a point comes when you realize you will never get there. You might have to stop, but that is only because you have run out of time. You stop, but that does not mean you have come to an end.

the world as it was could never be more than a fraction of the world, for the real also consisted of what could have happened but didn't, that one road was no better or worse than any other road, but the torment of being alive in a single body was that at any given moment you had to be on one road only, even though you could have been on another, traveling toward an altogether different place.

Just because you wander in the desert, it does not mean there is a promised land.

In general, lives seem to veer abruptly from one thing to another, to jostle and bump, to squirm. A person heads in one direction, turns sharply in mid-course, stalls, drifts, starts up again. Nothing is ever known, and inevitably we come to a place quite different from the one we set out for.

But the present is no less dark than the past, and its mystery is equal to anything the future might hold. Such is the way of the world: one step at a time, one word and then the next.

I became hypnotized by my own loneliness, unwilling to stop until my eyes wouldn't stay open anymore, watching the white line of the highway as though it was the last thing that connected me to the earth.

that once you throw your life to the winds, you will discover things you had never known before, things that cannot be learned under any other circumstances.

as long as you continue to travel, the nowhere that lies between the here of home and the there of somewhere else will continue to be one of the places where you live.

By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was.

In fifteen years, Sachs traveled from one end of himself to the other, and by the time he came to that last place, I doubt he even knew who he was anymore. So much distance had been covered by then, it wouldn't have been possible for him to remember where he had begun.

but such is the price you pay for leaving home, and as long as you continue to travel, the nowhere that lies between the here of home and the there of somewhere else will continue to be one of the places where you live.

The past, to repeat the words of Proust, is hidden in some material object. To wander about in the world, then, is also to wander about in ourselves.

A book is a mysterious object, I said, and once it floats out into the world, anything can happen.

as I write this now, I realize that even on that first day I had slipped through a hole in the earth, that I was falling into a place where I had never been before.