Quotes About Journey

He looked at me, and, my goodness, his eyes were bright, and it occurred to me that they were probably so bright because he had never had to ask himself who he was or where he belonged or who he wanted to be.

If you have no intention of loving or being loved then the whole journey is pointless

Quest. Say it, reader. Say the word quest lout loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.

What if you like the elephant were gone to the place you were meant, after all, to be?

Baby leaned back in her seat. The train seemed to be going faster, and from somewhere far away Baby heard music. It was a song that she knew but couldn't quite place. Do you hear music? she said to Sheila. I hear something, said Sheila. She closed her eyes. She was quiet. I've got a physics professor who says that the stars sing to each other all the time. Isn't that cool? Maybe the music we're hearing is the stars singing.

It seems like a good thing to know the star that can keep you from being lost in this world.

I have never known a mouse who has made it out of the dungeon only to go back into it again. Goodbye, friend. Goodbye, mouse among mice.

If you have no intentions on loving or being loved, than the journey is pointless.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that, somewhere, in another place entirely, she was known and loved.

greatly. If you have no intention of loving or being loved, then the whole journey is pointless.

Kate DiCamillo

If you have not left your home in the middle of the night without even giving it a backward glance; if you have not left your cat and your friends and also a one-eyed dog named Buddy without getting to tell any of them good-bye; if you have not stood on the side of the road in Georgia, somewhere just past the irrevocable state line, and waited for someone to come along and give you a ride, well, then you cannot understand the desperation that was in my heart that day.

HE WILL BECOME KNOWN TO THE WORLD AS ULYSSES! Holy

Who was I without the Flying Elefantes? Who was I without Granny? And who was I without a curse upon my head?

Kate DiCamillo

away from the car.

You, friend, are on a quest. I don't know what that is, said Despereaux. You don't have to know. You just have to feel compelled to do the thing, the impossible, important task at hand.

Say it, reader. Say the word 'quest' out loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.

I thought I was going nowhere, but now I see there was a pattern.

We'll smell of fish forever," I said. "That would be nice.

We are none of us one thing alone and unchanging. We are not static, or at rest. Just as a city or a prince's court or a lineage is many people in one, so is a person many people within one, always unfinished and always like a river's current flowing onward ever changing toward the ocean that is greater than all things combined.

If one does not hope one will not find the unhoped for, since there is no trail leading to it, and no path." —HERACLEITUS OF EPHESUS

And once you saw the world from three, or five, different roads, the view was never the same. The map changed and altered, and its details became more accurate. The landmarks receded or grew, depending on the angle from which you observed them, and at once, there might be an escarpment from which the astonished traveler would rendezvous with her selves and could suddenly comprehend the land as it truly was.

He laughed. "But I love to ride, just as—as fire loves to burn. I love to see the mountains in the winter, the sea and the northern hills in the summer. Would you live forever in one place, never seeing another?