Quotes About Journey

We both have no home to go back to... so we can go anywhere at all.

It's a road! I patted his back. It's a lovely road. Now which way do we go? Corey looked one way, the brown ribbon extending into emptiness. He looked the other way, saw the same thing and his shoulders slumped. Damn.

It's a road, Corey said, pointing. A dirt road, Hayley muttered. So? We've been slogging through the forest for two days. What do you want? A six-lane highway?

I'd say I needed to find myself, if that didn't sound like I was heading into the Himalayas, taking only a backpack stuffed with angst and clean underwear.

My life is a train rushing past, and I am just standing there, acting as if I have no choice but to watch and grieve its passing.

You said there's a road?" "I did. That part I'm sure of. And where there's a road, there are people. In theory." The grin burst through. "In theory.

Where's Annie?" "She--" Rafe stopped and looked at Daniel. "Took off?" I said. "Like she does sometimes?" He nodded. "We set out this morning, but we didn't get far before she…" "Ran away," I finished. A glance at Daniel, then he went on. "Right.

As I made my way through the forest, I'll admit I was also straining for a familiar bark or whine. I hadn't said a word about Kenjii since leaving the store. How could I without making it sound like I put her on the same level as Hayley.

all that mattered was that she was with you and she was happy and you were off on some grand adventure together.

We tramped over, and as we stepped from the thick trees, we all stopped and stared. Then Corey raced forward, arms raised. "It's a road. Oh my God. A road!" He dropped to his knees by the roadside. "Oww." Daniel helped him back to his feet. "The knee is good," I said. "But the knee is not completely healed. Be careful." "It's a road," Corey said, pointing. "A dirt road," Hayley muttered.

It's a road," Corey said, pointing. "A dirt road," Hayley muttered. "So? We've been slogging through the forest for two days. What do you want? A six-lane highway?" "That'd be nice." "Yeah, until you raced out, screaming for help, and got mowed down by a logging truck." He walked into the middle and turned, waving his arms. "It's a road!" I patted his back. "It's a lovely road.

We'd been walking for about thirty minutes when Daniel asked me to do another treetop check. I'd been avoiding it--really couldn't afford to stumble into another pit of grief and regret right now

I didn't find my story; it found me, as autobiography always does: finds you out in your deepest most private places.

Q: How far will he travel? A: He will travel so far, he will never come home again. His feet will never touch the ground, not for the rest of his life. He will never see his family again. He will never see the cannon again, but for the rest of his life, he will dream of her round, fixed, roaring black mouth.

You suppose that you could walk around, but your feet tell you that the map leads directly through the briar wall, and you can't stray from the path that has been laid out for you. Remember what happened to the little girl, your great-grandmother, in her red woolen cape. Maps protect their travelers, but only if the travelers obey the dictates of their maps. This is what you have been told.

time doesn't pass. We pass.

It's like knowing your way through the forest. You don't keep the whole forest in your mind, but wherever you are, you know where to go next.

It was said that pilgrims should not spend too much time planning their journey, for they might learn of so many hazards that they decide not to go

It was said that pilgrims should not spend too much time planning their journey, for they might learn of so many hazards that they would decide not to go.

pilgrims should not spend too much time planning their journey, for they might learn of so many hazards that they would decide not to go.

Whither thou goest I will go, and where thou lodgest I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest . . .'" She stopped, unable to speak for the constriction in her throat; then, after a moment, she swallowed hard and resumed. " 'Where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried.

All his life he would cherish the memory of an endless caravan of camels alongside the railway line, the laden beasts plodding patiently through the snow, ignoring the twentieth century as it hurtled past them in a clash of iron and a shriek of steam.

One man could manage an empty barrel but it took two to move a full one over uneven ground. The two brothers took the empty to the alehouse, with Brindle trotting behind. While they were paying Leaf, two passengers arrived for the ferry. Edgar recognized them as Odo and Adelaide, a husband-and-wife courier team from Cherbourg. They had passed through Dreng's Ferry two weeks earlier on their way to Shiring, accompanied by two men-at-arms, carrying letters and money to Ragna. Edgar

Wynstan fumed throughout the long journey back to Shiring. He abused Degbert, yelled at tavern keepers, slapped maids, and whipped his horse mercilessly. The fact that he kept forgetting the simplest things made him