Quotes About Journey

Middlemarch offers what George Eliot calls, in a wonderfully suggestive turn of phrase, "the home epic"- the momentous, ordinary journey traveled by most of us who have not even thought of aspiring to sainthood. The home epic has its own nostalgia - not for a country left behind but for a childhood landscape lost.

Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That's where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.

Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.

Walking . . . is how the body measures itself against the earth.

The magic of the street is the mingling of the errand and the epiphany.

Bookbag, Pocketshoe.

Life was a too-tall stack of books that had started to lean to one side, and each new day was another book on top.

I guess my question is: Is the new you the stranger? Or is the stranger the person you leave behind?" -Sherm

life is like a trip. A very long one. And what matters most is the people you travel with.

How did you get to be ten years old?" "One day at a time.

She means like - we're here to be here. To live. that's why you lived, Bridge. You lived to live. Just like everyone else.

If you think about it, Bea, life is like a trip. A very long one. And what matters most is the people you travel with.

If you think about it, Bea, life is like a trip. A very long one. And what matters most is the people you travel with" -Jesse

The trip is a difficult one. I will not be myself when I reach you.

It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.

But who has time to write memoirs? I'm still living my memoirs.

I had come to Yugoslavia to see what history meant in flesh and blood.

The world was still a turbulent and uncertain place. And there were serpents. But serpents still make the world a place for adventures , Rose reminded herself.

Already she'd learned that paths, once taken, rarely allowed you to go back and change direction without some penalty. Once the decision was made at the fork in the road, it was incredibly hard to change course.

Most travel is best of all in the anticipation or the remembering; the reality has more to do with losing your luggage.

He's lost his way, but he's not lost.

In other words, our spiritual journey occurs not in spite of the ambiguous and problematic experience of our actual life but because of it.

Buses and trains both set you thinking, but not in the same way. Trains give you a rhythm, sent you into dreams, cut you off from reality. Buses were always stopping and starting; traffic, road-junctions, lights; and of course, bus-stops. The world you passed through was observable. And real. So was the world inside your head. Buses were good places to worry on.