Quotes About Journey

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

Churches and trains they all look the same to me now they shoot you some place while we ache to come home somehow.

Think of it as the Doorway of No Return. The feeling must be that your lead character, once she passes through, cannot go home again until the major problem of the plot is solved.

I am this fiery snail crawling home.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

I am a pilgrim in the world, but at home in my God. In the earth I wander, but in God I dwell in a quiet habitation.

One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.

Let your heart go Home, even before your body arrives.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.

Some people are born very far from home.

Happiness is not only a hope, but also in some strange manner a memory ... we are all kings in exile.

You don't have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.

Finding your way doesn't mean you always know where you're going. It's knowing how to find your way back home that's important.

Some do not walk at all; others walk in the highways; a few walk across lots.

Weary or bitter of bewildered as we may be, God is faithful. He lets us wander so we will know what it means to come home.

We're not completely happy here because we're not supposed to be! Earth is not our final home; we were created for something much better.

One is always at home in one's past.

When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.

I take my children everywhere, but they always find their way back home.

Home is like the ship at sea, Sailing on eternally; Oft the anchor forth we cast, But can never make it fast.

I'm always on a train or a plane, so wherever I happen to be is home.

Anybody that wants to walk out that door and leave home for a few months and rely on themselves instead of fate might have some interesting stories to tell.

I leave you, home, when I'm ripped from the doorstep by commerce or fate. Then I submit to the awful subway of the world.