Quotes About Journey

We are here for the evolution of our soul. This evolution happens through the mangagement of both the ups and downs of physical life. Evolution is halted by pretending to be happy all the time.

The shortest distance between two points may well be the wrong way on a one way street.

Di me due libri soltanto due libri ti restano. Verrò a prenderli un giorno e ti dirò che ho girato il mondo confuso nel tuo ricordo e ho amato tutto ciò che incontravo per disperdermi: e dirò che mi hai rubato Montale e il senno in un giorno di sole.

Straight lines go too quickly to appreciate the pleasures of the journey. They rush straight to their target and then die in the very moment of their triumph without having thought, loved, suffered or enjoyed themselves. Broken lines do not know what they want. With their caprices they cut time up, abuse routes, slash the joyous flowers and split the peaceful fruits with their corners. It is another story with curved lines. The song of the curved line is called happiness.

This is something I know: no matter how far you have run, no matter how long you have been lost, it is never too late to be found.

she winds her way through gorgeous blue conifer forests, past glistening rivers and curves that give glimpses of heaven.

He knows when she passes, a grief will rip through him unlike anything he has ever known. Preparing for it doesn't help. He just knows it will come. It is like realizing you are sailing a boat across an ocean and soon you will find the other shore—it will be just you and acres of dry, blinding white sand. There may be trees on that island, and sun, and food, but none of it will feel or taste right, because you will stand there and realize: I am alone.

Masked, I advance.

Everybody's a work in progress. I'm a work in progress. I mean, I've never arrived... I'm still learning all the time.

Having to travel so much plays havoc with your personal life.

For years, I had no time for exploratory travel.

Increasingly solitary, he saw his life as all that was left to him: a tattered sail that might bear the wind but would bring him to no haven.

The truth is, we cannot just think ourselves into a new way of being; we must live ourselves into a new way of being.

Oh yeah, 'coming out may be more of a process than an event.

Just because you have traveled a path doesn't mean that you are meant to be on that path forever. That path is only useful to you as long as it retains its ability to support your growth. You can only hold on to something that you've outlived for so long before the universe will take it away from you.

Often we are so intent on being our mate's everything that nothing else matters until, one day, we wake up and realize we no longer know our own purpose.

And if you're not walking in your happiness every day, you need to change the path.

I recall an epic peregrination of some phantasmagorical nature that lay ahead

When we turned right on Thirty-fifth Street our suffix came along. By the time we rolled to the curb in front of Wolfe's house there wasn't even hyphen between us.

I followed the pavement a little over a mile and then turned left again onto a dirt road. It was as narrow as a bigot's mind, and I got in the ruts and stayed there.

over the place, and this way he would get a

dived through the rain across the sidewalk, found

any spoke will lead an ant to the hub

You might have thought we were bound for the stratosphere to shine up the moon and pick wild stars.