Quotes About Journey

The journey must be taken in individual moments. Enjoy the ride for the ride.

We are born into mystery and we leave life in mystery.

A ship in harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.

The best way of travel, however, if you aren't in any hurry at all, if you don't care where you are going, if you don't like to use your legs, if you don't want to be annoyed at all by any choice of directions, is in a balloon. In a balloon, you can decide only when to start, and usually when to stop. The rest is left entirely to nature.

William Sleator

I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don't have any sense of its coming to a kind of crescendo, or of its petering out either. It is just going steadily along.

Our Story" Remind me again—together we trace our strange journey, find each other, come on laughing. Some time we'll cross where life ends. We'll both look back as far as forever, that first day. I'll touch you—a new world then. Stars will move a different way. We'll both end. We'll both begin. Remind me again.

We were traveling between a mountain and Thursday, Holding pages back on the calendar, Remembering every turn in the roadway: We hold that sky, we said, and remember. So magic a time it was that I was both brave and afraid. Some day like this might save the world.

Before you have your dreams, your dreams have you, and every day pushes a night before it while the wilderness follows.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it—I breathed it into my ears. Little

Most mornings I get away, slip out the door before light, set forth on the dim, gray road, letting my feet find a cadence that softly carries me on. Nobody is up—all alone my journey begins. Some

It is all right to be simply the way you have to be, among contradictory ridges in some crescendo of knowing.

For my young friends who are still afraid There is a country to cross you will find in the corner of your eye, in the quick slip of your foot--air far down, a snap that might have caught. And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing voice that finds its way by being afraid. That country is there, for us, carried as it is crossed. What you fear will not go away: it will take you into yourself and bless you and keep you. That's the world, and we all live there.

Let my dreams while I'm wide-awake loose. Let me be drowned, baptized, in the light given me. Day comes around, night, fall, winter, spring, summer. Leaves overhead, underfoot. Waves arrive, buffets from friends offended, enemies. Let it all come: this is my way, this is the canoe I'm in. "Adrift

Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean.

The Way It Is There's a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn't change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can't get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old. Nothing you do can stop time's unfolding. You don't ever let go of the thread. ~ William Stafford ~

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

Once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold, found some limit beyond the waterfall, a season changes and we come back changed but safe, quiet, grateful.

I embrace emerging experience. I participate in discovery. I am a butterfly. I am not a butterfly collector. I want the experience of the butterfly.

Durant tota la joventut t'he estat buscant sense saber què buscava.

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.

Horace Pendergast, originally from Cairo, Illinois.

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

The youth, who daily farther from the eastMust travel, still is Nature's priest,And by the vision splendidIs on his way attended;At length the man perceives it die away,And fade into the light of common day.