Quotes About Journey

The world's thy ship and not thy home.

What happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas, but what happens in New Orleans, goes home with you.

Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.

And it took me, since I was 17 and left home, running from God, to now, as a 30-year-old man, when I honestly feel like I've come full circle and my heart's finally in the right place.

We are pilgrims, not settlers; this earth is our inn, not our home.

I've now been in this country for thirteen years, since I was seventeen. So this is my second home.

Home is now behind you, the world is ahead!

Sometimes it feels good to take the long way home.

Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!

Whenever I started writing music, it just naturally led itself there. As I started to tell my story, it's where my home was. It's just a very natural choice.

My name is Carter Kane. I'm fourteen and my home is a suitcase.

I'd traveled a lot, was going temporarily insane and became very successful, but there was no one to take that all home to.

the earth is not my home, I'm just passing by

many writers believe in arrival without leaving home. They believe in talent but not skill.

The Unicorn Sonata... tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we'd only open our eyes - and our ears - to find it.

You can only run away from a house. Home is something you run toward.

Jamie, you know, you could go clear around the world and still come home wondering if the tuna fish sandwiches at Chock Full O'Nuts still cost thirty-five cents.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

One way to find your place is like the rain, a million requests for lodging, one that wins, finds your cheek: you find your home.

Girls have to go somewhere dangerous every now and then just so they know they can find their way home.

The Soul is a stranger trying to find a Home somewhere that is not a where.

...though I cannot promise to take you home," said North Wind, as she sank nearer and nearer to the tops of the houses, "I can promise you it will be all right in the end. You will get home somehow.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.