Quotes About Journey

I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.

There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.

Remember how far you've come, not just how far you have to go.

One movement toward light becomes a clear signpost on a long road.

Work is holy, sacred, and uplifting when it springs from who we are, when it bears a relationship to our unfolding journey.

Pilgrimages of mind or walking meditation - bringing moments of illumination in which the sense of relationship to the rest of existence suddenly stands out with startling and unexpected clarity.

A productive coaching relationship begins with two people with fires in their bellies: one who wants desperately to move forward and another who yearns to help that person make the journey.

Everybody is improving but I am improving slowly, which seemingly widens our distance.

Poetry for me has been a long pilgrimage, a journey and a growing relationship with the unknown.

Becoming Catholic involves entering into a relationship with the Catholic Church.

I write to escape. I haven't managed it yet, but I'm working on it

People have always known that there's another place, another where. And some, like me, are able to pierce the veil that separates the worlds, and even on occasion pass through. Some like me… and you.

Now let us go, love, down the winding stair, With fingers intertwined...

Let tomorrow cross its own rivers.

Si todo lo que haces, lo haces para hacer otra cosa, ¿cuándo llegas al final de todo? Sisi

Mi, hátramaradottak, utadra bocsátunk. Sok év rabság vaskapujáról leverve a lakat. Menj hát szabadon a gyönyör? országba. Bocsáss meg nekünk, e befelhÅ'zött világon szenvedÅ'knek. Vezess bennünket, várj bennünket, ahogyan mi téged várunk. Még viszontlátjuk egymást.

La selva sigue pegada a la piel aunque uno ya este lejos, la fuerza del río sigue presente cuando hemos sido su juguete por tantos meses; es como si el tiempo que fluye fuera apenas un recuerdo del río, como si las horas presurosas fueran todavía sus orillas

Uno cree saber lo que busca, pero sólo al final, cuando lo encuentra, comprende realmente qué andaba buscando.

Good luck with the world.

Like so many American tales, On the Road is about escape, about lighting out for the perpetually receding territory ahead.

Faith begins as an experiment and ends as an experience.

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.

The stories of young men searching for their fathers are the stories of young men who through their adventures father themselves by doing for themselves what they hoped a father would do for them. ("Anthropology: What Is Lost In Rotation")

What, really, do we do with our lives?