Quotes About Journey

There is much which I have left out; much which I have not dared to tell; but you will find the story of his second search for Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, even more remarkable than was his first

Edgar Rice Burroughs

THREE days crawled slowly out of the east and followed one another across the steaming jungle and over the edge of the world beyond.

In strange ways hard to know gods come to men. Many a thing past hope they have fulfilled, And what was asked for went another way. A path we never thought to tread God found for us. So this has come to pass.

And telling a story, I suppose, is like winding a skein of spun yarn- you sometimes lose track of the beginning.

East of the sun and west of the moon.

She would search for him. In the land that lay east of the sun and west of the moon. But there was no way there.

They journeyed far and the white bear said, Are you afraid? No, she replied. I am not afraid.

Where is it? I asked, willing him to tell me. He laughed suddenly, and I could hear the full-throated, grating sound of the white bear's laughter in it. East of the sun and west of the moon, he said.

All those who seek truth, seek God, whether this is clear to them or not.

At some point we must plunge in to discover a greater expanse; yet when this broader horizon does appear, a new depth will open up at our point of entry.

So he writes for contemplative souls, and at a very particular point along their way he wants to take them by the hand, at a crossroad where most halt, perplexed, not knowing how to proceed.

once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but a voyage on uncharted seas.

She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.

Perhaps, after all, Susy reflected, it was the world she was meant for, since the other, the brief Paradise of her dreams, had already shut its golden doors upon her.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

There had been days and nights when the memory of their kiss had burned and burned on his lips; the day before even, on the drive to Portsmouth, the thought of her had run through him like fire; but now that she was beside him, and they were drifting fourth into this unknown world, they seemed to have reached the kind of deeper nearness that a touch may sunder

el matrimonio no era un anclaje en puerto seguro, como le habían enseñado, sino un viaje por mares que no figuran en los mapas.

marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but a voyage on uncharted seas.

Well—it had all grown out of the other choice she had made when, years ago, she had said: "Thy gods shall not be my gods." And now she but dimly guessed who their gods were. At the moment when her very life depended on her knowing their passwords, holding the clue to their labyrinth, she stood outside the mysterious circle and vainly groped for a way in.

She closed her eyes an instant, and the vacuous routine of the life she had chosen stretched before her like a long white road without dip or turning: it was true she was to roll over it in a carriage instead of trudging it on foot, but sometimes the pedestrian enjoys the diversion of a short cut which is denied to those on wheels.

Fericirea, la unele firi e ca o alunecare de teren pe munte.

To step on board a steamer in a Spanish port, and three hours later to land in a country without a guide-book, is a sensation to rouse the hunger of the repletest sight-seer.

îÈ™i d?duse seama c? fusese obiÈ™nuit s? vad? în c?s?torie un liman sigur, când de fapt era mai degrab? o peregrinare pe m?ri necunoscute.