Quotes About Journey

Steeds zie ik ons samen opdoemen in mijn geest en weer verdwijnen. Als jongens, als jongemannen en op latere leeftijd. We kijken allebei star voor ons uit. Het lijkt wel of we met elkaar vergroeid zijn, zo dicht lopen we tegen elkaar. Ik weet niet of we op weg zijn ergens naar toe of dat het zomaar een dwalen is. Er is geen angst want ik weet dat we elkaar niet kwijt kunnen raken.

Religion was by and large constructed by men, and I had yet to find a man who was logical. Deconstructing religious rules would definitely be a journey into madness.

The ride to the funeral home went quicker than I expected, especially given the lack of conversation during the ride. I knew why I was silent. I had more to think about than any twenty people usually did in an entire lifetime.

Let's go home," he said. Home. That word meant something completely different now than it had before. It meant everything.

Behavioral Change Stairway Model, five steps that include active listening, showing empathy, building rapport, and gaining influence—which leads, finally, to the fifth step: behavioral change.

The identification with the common lot which is the essential idea of Democracy becomes the source and expression of social ethics. It is as though we thirsted to drink at the great wells of human experience, because we knew that a daintier or less potent draught would not carry us to the end of the journey, going forward as we must in the heat and jostle of the crowd.

If you are in search of happiness, make sure that your journey is free from things that get you caught up in the past. If your path is blocked by stuff that makes you remember things that do not help you move on, then it is about time to let go.

We have been exceedingly busy ever since you went away. In the first place we have had to rejoice two or three times everyday at your having such very delightful weather for the whole of your journey...

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

The farther a man follows the rainbow, the harder it is for him to get back to the life which he left starving like an old dog.

It's been such a deep and amazing journey for me, getting close to John Keats, and also I love Shelley and Byron. I mean, the thing about the Romantic poets is that they've got the epitaph of romantic posthumously. They all died really young, and Keats, the youngest of them all.

Throughout the ages, humans have had a need to mark the time and place when and where people make the final stop on their journey from this world to the next.

For years of our lives the days pass waywardly, featureless, without meaning, without particular happiness or unhappiness. Then, like turning over a tapestry when you have only known the back of it, there is spread the pattern.

Each of us may think we know exactly what we need to make us happy, what will be good for us, what will ensure we have our happy ending, but life rarely works out in the way we expect, and our happy ending may have all sorts of unexpected twists and turns, be shaped in all sorts of unexpected ways

Nothing in this world happens without a reason. That we are all exactly where we are supposed to be, and that the pieces of the puzzle have a tendency to come together when you least expect it.

Sometimes I couldn't figure it out, what all the living was for.

As this life is not a gate, but the horse plunging through it.

Do not follow the ancient masters, seek what they sought.

China Whales follow the whale-roads. Geese, roads of magnetized air. To go great distance, exactitudes matter. Yet how often the heart that set out for Peru arrives in China, Steering hard. consulting the charts the whole journey.

Wherever the gaze rests, art will draw it also elsewhere, will remind that there is always more. Alice does not stop and face her own reflection in the looking-glass: she travels through it.

Bash? wrote, "The moon and sun are travelers of a hundred generations. The years, coming and going, are wanderers too. Spending a lifetime adrift on boat decks, greeting old age while holding a horse by the mouth—for such a person, each day is a journey, and the journey itself becomes home.

The moon and sun are travelers of a hundred generations. The years, coming and going, are wanderers too. Spending a lifetime adrift on boat decks, greeting old age while holding a horse by the mouth—for such a person, each day is a journey, and the journey itself becomes home.

Little soul, you have wandered lost a long time.

My Hunger The way the high-wire walker must carry a pole to make her arms longer you carried me I carried you through this world.