Quotes About Journey

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled. Each second was two hundred yards, to be walked, crawled. You couldn't see the next hour, it was so far in the distance. Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.

She had been in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love, but rather doing something much more ordinary

Writing's funny, it's like walking down a hall in the dark looking for the light switch, and suddenly you find it, flip it on, and then you discover the hallway you passed through is papered with the novel you've written.

It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.

Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.

I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, and how can I get back?

Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.

I hit the spacebar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

the man took my passport and asked me the purpose of my visit, I wrote in my daybook, 'To mourn,' and then, 'To try to live,' he gave me a look and asked if I would consider that business or pleasure, I wrote, 'Neither.' 'For how long do you plan to mourn and try to live?' I wrote, 'For the rest of my life.

An ocean could not explain the distance we have traveled.

When I got off the plane, after eleven hours of travel and forty years away, the man took my passport and asked me the purpose of my visit, I wrote in my daybook, To mourn, and then, To mourn try to live, he gave me a look and asked if I would consider that business or pleasure, I wrote, Neither. For how long do you plan to mourn and try to live? For as long as I can. Are we talking about a weekend or a year? I didn't write anything. The man said, Next.

Their length could not be measured in years, just as an ocean could not explain the distance we have traveled, just as the dead can never be counted.

It stayed with him, like a part of him, like a birthmark, like a limb, it was on him, in him, him, his hymn: I had to do it for myself.

It takes life to live life

Lui scrisse: Io non so come vivere Neanch'io, ma sto tentando. Non so come tentare

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.

il te faut seulement comprendre que te retrouver à la case départ n'est pas une régression. Te retrouver quelque part, c'est une déjà une bonne chose en soi - cela veut dire que tu as conscience de ce que tu fais.

The older one gets, the harder it is to account for time. Children ask: "Are we there yet?" Adults: "How did we get here so quickly?

As we drove, I imagined we were standing still and the world was coming toward us.

Tomorrow was over the horizon and it would take an entire day to reach

Every time I left our apartment to go searching for the lock, I became a little lighter, because I was getting closer to Dad. But I also became a little heavier, because I was getting farther from Mom.

Cartile sunt pentru aceia care nu au vieti adevarate.