Quotes About Journey

Enlightenment is the total sense of freedom that comes from letting go of the concept of being an individual "self". It is a long journey towards being able to trust that such freedom is possible.

We try a new drug, a new combination of drugs, and suddenly I fall into my life again like a vole picked up by a storm then dropped three valleys and two mountains away from home. I can find my way back. I know I will recognize the store where I used to buy milk and gas. I remember the house and barn, the rake, the blue cups and plates, the Russian novels I loved so much, and the black silk nightgown that he once thrust into the toe of my Christmas stocking.

You ride horse of good intent," Naomi said. "It does not arrive at destination.

Ultimately we really only have the choice of trusting that God's with us, willing ourselves to walk with him as we walk this earth, learning from the roads we take.

When Firekeeper finally slept, she dreamed she rode astride the comet—or was it Blind Seer whose tail streamed out so broad and bright behind?—and that they traveled to places where time and earthly limitations mattered not at all.

I know it sounds new age-y, but what I've truly come up with is that you really need to trust that you're on your own path, as long as you stay true to it and you show up, which is 99% of it.

but to refire into new life. (5) We choose to interpret all the physical, intellectual, emotional, social, and spiritual changes as new territory to traverse in our advancement. (6) We choose to see this aging process as our final pilgrimage—the one that will ultimately lead us to our Beloved, our Source. (7) We willingly and eagerly invite others to come with us and to help them along, just as we allow them to help us reach our sacred destination of heaven.

A need to wander was in most Russians' blood, particularly the less well-off classes, and without positions, property, and status to fetter them, they would often pack a bundle of a few clothes and minimum food and set off on a week's, a a few clothes and minimum food and set off on a week's, a month's, a year's pilgrimage from monastery to town, or just traversing the vast empty spaces of their country, stopping as they chose, going where they willed.

Home wasn't built in a day.

So many of my friends are still trying to get record deals, and I've had one for 10 years now, where my only goal is to make the best music I can make. I've been very lucky. I have great faith that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, and whatever happens is going to be absolutely right for me.

A traveller with an open mind grows richer with each journey, with each encounter, with each conversation.

Travel experiences are emotionally loaded. Often there is excitement and stimulation. The tingle-factor though comes partly from the fact that we're stressed, just a little.

Major Chhetri's pronouncement when we'd first arrived in Nepal came echoing back: "Things that start in the rain end well.

On life's journey, every person met, every place, every new word, language, scent & sound changes the traveller a little: forms who they are and whom they become

This time they would find the path to love and to acceptance. This time, she would know and understand the secrets of his heart as well as those of her own.

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Our first sight of Malaita!… At 6 A.M. we were passing the SW coast of San Christoval [Cristobal]. At 8 A.M. we sighted Guadalcanar [Guadalcanal], and 10:10 A.M. saw Malaita. Since then we have been steaming all day past San Christoval, Marau Sound, and the NE coast of Guadalcanar, with Malaita clearly visible in the distance.

Linc took the path along the river, looking for Kenzie. He'd sent the hikers on their way, map and all. Sometimes being nice didn't seem worth it.

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.

All writers are exiles wherever they live and their work is a lifelong journey towards the lost land.

So I went up north to a land of palm trees and mangroves like malignant growths in the mud-filled throats of the bays, and orange trees with their leaves accepting darkly and seriously, in their own house as it were, the unwarranted globular outbursts of winter flame; and the sky faultless and remote.

Distance looks our way; the godwits vanish towards another summer and none knows where he will lie down at night.

I matter. I fly lone, apart from the flock, on long journeys through storm and clear skies to another summer. Hear me!

To be given permission to be confused -- and remain confused -- for as long as it takes would have been a huge gift.