Quotes About Journey

What are you going to do with your self now?'... 'I? said Fen. 'I shall pursue my orderly and dignified progress towards the grave.

They cannot finde that path, which first was showne, But wander too and fro in waies vnknowne . . .

The waies, through which my weary steps I guyde, In this delightful land of Faery, Are so exceeding spacious and wyde, And sprinckled with such sweet variety, Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye, That I nigh rauisht with rare thoughts delight, My tedious trauell doe forget thereby; And when I gin to feele decay of might, It strength to me supplies and chears my dulled spright.

she sees her life pass before her in rapid succession, like clouds, different shapes and different colors, merging, passing into one another, the story of her life being pulled out of her, like the pages pulled from a book.

They have decided to chance it, the healer's farm being only twenty miles off the main road and in her now, gusts of hope, the morbid gloom of earlier brushed away. Something so sacred about this man using his own blood, as did the Savior.

I am far from those I am with, and far from those I have left.

A San Pablo, como era machito, la iluminación le llegó mientras galopaba camino de Damasco; yo la tuve mientras me desmaquillaba.

You're in a straight line, buddy-boy, and it doesn't lead anywhere.....except maybe the grave.

The lights of the little highway town ahead spread with their approach and then scattered like flushed prey as they entered its limits. Under the filling-station sheds, swirling insects clouded the naked bulbs. The stores were closed; the depot dark.

History repeats itself only in that, from afar, we all seem to lead exactly the same life. We are all born; we all spend time here on earth; we all die. But up close, we have each walked down our own separate paths. We have stood at our own lonely crossroads. We have touched the lives of others at crucial points, for better or for worse. In the end, each of us has lived a unique life story, astounding and complicated, a story that could never be repeated.

History repeats itself only in that, from afar, we all seem to lead exactly the same life. We are all born; we all spend time here on earth; we all die. But, up close, we have each walked down our own separate paths. We have stood at our own lonely crossroads. We have touched the lives of others at crucial points, for better or for worse. In the end, each of us has lived a unique life story, astounding and complicated, a story taht could never be repeated.

Now you, as a young person, may have no faith in your country, or in your church, or in your family. But you can still have faith in an ideal. If you have an ideal in front of you, you will never get lost on the journey of life. It is, after all, the journey that matters.

Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, And they went to sea in a Sieve.

New Orleans is a city you must visit when you're young and foolish but return to when you're wiser and still searching for your dreams.

The company that gathered to take ship at Wapping was a varied one. There were a number of craftsmen, a lawyer, a preacher, two fishermen. There was also a young graduate of Cambridge, who had recently inherited money, partly from the sale of a tavern in Southwark. His name was John Harvard.

imaginarias a lo largo

So much road and so few places, so much friendliness and so little intimacy, so much flavour and so little taste.

Once we pray with or for someone, we are in the ongoing story of his life, and it is an honor to be there.

Two mountains can never meet but perhaps you and I can meet again. I am coming to your waterfall

We're all carrying our coffins with us every day." Or "We are all constantly cheating death.

Still, she heard herself say, "Sometimes you take detours to get where you need to go.

Sometimes you take detours to get where you need to go.

Then what do you want with me?'... 'The pursuit of happiness.

She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still