Quotes About Journey

From far beyond the horizons that bound this bleak plantation there had come to me through my living the knowledge that my father was a black peasant who had gone to the city seeking life, but who had failed in the city; a black peasant whose life had been hopelessly snarled in the city, and who had at last fled the city—that same city which had lifted me in its burning arms and borne me toward alien and undreamed of shores of knowing.

Ahead the long rails were glinting in the moonlight, stretching away, away to somewhere, somewhere where he could be a man.

Hope that one has chanced upon the road back to the way things used to be is apparently a strong desire in those who've been locked outside their previous lives.

Perhaps all the dead must go home before they can leave for ever.

And it occurred to me by the time I was a teenager that I had become part of the land, every bit as much a part of it as sparrow eggs or thrasher nest, garter snake or oak tree, and that the rest of my life, or anyone's life, would be a gradual learning process, a journey toward fitting into one's home, for those of us lucky enough to still recognize what is home...that which we are a part of, rather than estranged from. And rather than using the word lucky, perhaps I should use the word grace.

farther west, a raven floated down the road like an escort, a companion, making sure I got home all right.

subway to Oakland

Reading was a brave spiritual journey for Elena Hood, and little piles of books were for her like the stacks of rubble—the Tibetan prayer walls—that marked the progress of pilgrims.

You must forge your own path for it to mean anything.

Hazel squinted. How far? Just over the river and through the woods. Percy raised an eyebrow. Seriously? To Grandmother's house we go? Frank cleared his throat. Yeah, anyway.

Good fighting with you, Seaweed Brain. Ditto.

Juno: All roads lead there child. You should know that. Percy: Detention?

Right, she said, We're going to the Land of the Dead and I shouldn't think negative.

So which way now, Sacagawea? - Annabeth to Rachel

Wisdom's daughter walks alone, The mark of Athena burns through Rome.

When I got across, I looked back and saw Tyson giving Grover a piggyback ride (or was it a goatyback ride?).

Yep, that pretty much describes my life: because Poseidon.

Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important.' It was probably important to her.

Coach Hedge yelled,"Thar she blows! Kansas, ahoy!" "Holy Hephaestus," Leo muttered. "He really needs to work on his shipspeak.

Now, now, Bast said. It's not so bad. Right, I said. We're stuck in Washington, D.C. We have two days to make it to Arizona and stop a god we don't know how to stop. And if we can't, we'll never see our dad or Amos again, and the world might end. That's the spirit! Bast said brightly. Now, let's have a picnic.

Bob says hello, He told the stars. The Argo II sailed into the night.

My name is Magnus Chase. I'm sixteen years old. This is the story of how my life went downhill after I got myself killed.

We still should have enough time to reach Rome." Hazel scowled. "When you say should have enough …" Leo shrugged. "How do you feel about barely enough ?" Hazel put her face in her hands for a count of three. "Sounds about typical for us.

Dreams and death were old friends of his. He knew how to navigate their dark borderland.