Quotes About Journey

Beyond us I could see the mountains rising blue and hazy, and I knew I had only to cross them and keep on walking to catch up with all my dreams.

He rode alone to the tenth floor, got off and strode into the newsroom. It was so strange, he thought, to see it empty. It was not the way he wanted to remember it.

just as you would not neglect seeds that you planted with hope that they will bear vegetables and fruits and flowers so you must attend to nourish the garden of your becoming.

The real quest begins when this not-knowing ceases to be an agnostic concept and becomes a living experience.

Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

What way should Victor take in the labyrinth of beauty?— All the sixty-four radii of the compass stretched themselves out as so many fingerposts, and he had sense enough not to propose to himself any particular hour of arriving.

Maintenant je me cherche et ne me trouve plus.

A man is not old as long as he is seeking something.

Whither goest all of us, huh...for cryin' out loud?

To be an ignorant man, to posses nothing but a fragile word, to find oneself as if relying upon darkness and nothingness: that is the position from which one must be constantly setting out.

Why don't we all go!" Grandpa cried. "We'll form a caravan. Everybody in town can tag along!

I met a woman— Much that I am I owe to her, For she was going where I was going

There was a world out there, if only he had the courage to go and look for it.

If you have the spirit in you, then you must go where it takes you

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour".

Yes I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again, to follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.

We all flow from a source that is unfathomable and we are all journeying towards it, carrying with us the light of truth and love. Each of us is called to be in communion with the source and heart of the universe.

If this book should ever roam, Box its ears and send it home.

Most people don't live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose all sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn't make any difference whether they've reached the goal or not.

I was so dazed when I got to the station that I almost took a train for St. Louis. And you were pretty dazed, too. You forgot to give me any tea. But we're both very, very happy, aren't we?

I ate breakfast in the kitchen by candle-light, and then drove the five miles to the station through the most glorious October colouring. The sun came up on the way, and the swamp maples and dogwood glowed crimson and orange and the stone walls and cornfields sparkled with hoar frost; the air was keen and clear and full of promise. I knew something was going to happen.

I have a terrible wanderthirst; the very sight of a map makes me want to put on my hat and take an umbrella and start. I shall see before I die the palms and temples of the South.

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our group was heading south, like a walking blasphemy.