Quotes About Journey

Sleep had crept in, and after a little while, she came for me too.

She gave a theatrical sigh. For heaven's sake, Julia, don't be difficult. Climb onto the floating buffalo and let's be off. We are meant to cross this river before nightfall.

I guess forgiveness, like happiness, isn't a final destination. You don't one day get there and get to stay.

Oh, every person is a book with chapters. Some are glorious and some are dark and ugly. Every person survives something.

Because words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.

I mean it's purposeful, even if we don't realize it. The desire to put things in our path, to figure out how to finally leave the behind….

Cars are all jammed up all along the road and a light turns red and someone honks. In every one of those cars there is a story or a hundred stories. For every light on in al of those huge city buildings there is a story. No one knows what I am about to face and no one knows my story and neither do I right then.

Usually you just walk and walk among people who are not of your tribe, and then suddenly, there you are, in a place that feels familiar and known.

It doesn't matter if we're young. If you love someone, and it's right...We can make it the whole way, Crick.

Running away can also be running to.

Oh, every person is a book with chapters. Some are glorious and some are dark and ugly. Every person

There's a Reasonable Explanation' is definitely a place you can go, a destination.

Words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.

More, much more, will happen after this. Things involving maps and books and true love and tragedy, tragedy like you wouldn't believe. But fine things too. The best ones.

Good can sit in the distance, just beyond your view, waiting, until you go toward it.

Each story, good and bad, short or long--from that trip to the mall when you saw Santa, to a long, bad illness--they are all a line or a paragraph in our own life manuscript. Two thirds of the way through, even, and it all won't necessarily make sense, but at the end there'll be a beautiful whole, where every sentence of every chapter fits.

The sky is only now turning morning pink. I have that leaving-early-on-a trip feeling, where you're tired but excited and you get to see what's going on in the hours when you're usually still asleep.

I don't stop to imagine home and the people in it, because this is so far from home, I am another person entirely.

Sometimes a decision is not one monumental event, but many small, slightly unsteady ones.

We are what we've been so far.

We have longer ways to go," Annabelle would say in a pro-found Kerouac voice. "No matter," Kat would answer. "The road is life.

Expansion of character is connected to expansion of destiny.

Start from your heart. The greatest journeys begin on the inside.

We are young and the night is young. We are in the middle of somewhere and we are feeling everything.