Quotes About Journey

you desire to escape. I wish to run away. I thought we might help each other.

Tourists went on holidays while travellers did something else. They travelled.

The first I heard of the beach was in Bangkok, on the Ko Sanh Road.

Life's greatest tragedy is not that it will someday end, but that most only live to follow directions and sometimes we end up totally lost.

Nunca corras directo al centro. La manera adecuada de contemplar un mandalas es, en primer lugar, entrenando tus pensamientos sobre los budas que custodian las puertas de su periferia. Una vez franqueado ese umbral, poco a poco te adentra en el interior, dando vueltas y vueltas en círculos cada vez más estrechos hasta que llegas al centro.

I'm going to share something I learned since I been here and that is us as people when we have difficulty on our journey of life we tend to focus on what we need at the moment that we forget what we already have…

It was in their eyes. They seemed like people who had travelled in space and who had looked upon the immensity of the universe; eternity had moved into them, and taken up residence inside.

Adventure is the seed of discovery.

Though they had been for years with Jesus, there was still much more of the old Jewish man than of the new Christian man in them. If they had been left to the freedom of their own will, they would probably have avoided the Samaritan territory altogether, and, like the rest of their countrymen, taken a roundabout way to Jerusalem by crossing to the eastward of the Jordan.

To write is to sell a ticket to escape, not from the truth, but into it.

Sorrow seemed to me to be more like a road wound through life

Their whole difficult lives seemed not to weigh on them at all. Taken as mornings and meals, suppers and evenings, all of the world could be carried, both the sad and the delicious, their lives seemed to say.

This was my slender bridge to the future, and I stepped onto it as carefully as I could.

The road to the mountain of holiness first passes through the valley of humility.

Home had a new meaning now. Jago watched him, and was satisfied. Like

Somehow, by some accident, he had been lost on a planet that was not his own.

They were about to continue a journey that had really started long ago. A journey that had been strangely interrupted, that even now someone was trying to prevent.

Death is but a passage. It is not a house, it is only a vestibule. The grave has a door on its inner side.

Man's course begins in a garden, but it ends in a city.

Oh, when we are journeying through the murky night and the dark woods of affliction and sorrow, it is something to find here and there a spray broken, or a leafy stem bent down with the tread of His foot and the brush of His hand as He passed; and to remember that the path He trod He has hallowed, and thus to find lingering fragrance and hidden strength in the remembrance of Him as " in all points tempted like as we are," bearing grief for us, bearing grief with us, bearing grief like us.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance,And men must walk, at least, before they dance.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky; Th'eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last: But those attain'd, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way; Th'increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes, Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!

Intrepid then, o'er seas and lands he flew: Europe he saw, and Europe saw him too.