Quotes About Journey

Your journey will proceed faster with a brief delay.' In other words, don't go off half-cocked, but don't wait until the other fellow shoots you either." A

I like to travel and connect.

Before the truth sets you free, it tends to make you miserable.

The people who know God well—mystics, hermits, prayerful people, those who risk everything to find God—always meet a lover, not a dictator.

Faith is not for overcoming obstacles; it is for experiencing them—all the way through!

there is no path to peace, but peace itself is the path.

And S. Gregory says:—"Our life is like a man in a ship; sit he, stand he, sleep he, wake he, ever he gets thitherward where the ship is driving with the force of the weather. So we, in this short time, whatsoever we do, we drive ever to our end." And our enemy

Life gives you all the koans you need.

Ultimately, your theme will find you. You don't have to go looking for it.

I parked my Cad around the corner on Olive Street, walked down Seventh to the middle of the block, then took a left. I walked between the shoe store on my left and the cafeteria on my right, into the alley about twenty feet, and stopped right in front of the elevator door. The elevator was there on my right; all I had to do was climb inside and be merrily on my way.

downtown L.A., I drove along Broadway past Third Street, parked in a lot between Third and Fourth, and walked back to the Hamilton Building

You've been going round and round—haven't you? Round and round! You didn't know you were going somewhere, but you were! Like a paper boat in a whirlpool—round and round! And now you've arrived at the center!

we are at the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty

Bird 1: This is the wrong story. Bird 2: All stories are the wrong story when you are impatient.

You cannot get in the way of anyone's path to God. You can, but it does no good. Every spy knows this. Somesay God is where we put our sorrow. God says, Which one of you fuckers can get to me first?

It starts with bloodshed, always bloodshed, always the same running from something larger than yourself story

Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.

Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts from one foot to the other.

You see it as a room, a tabernacle, the dark hotel. You're in the hallway again, and you open the door, and if you're ready you'll see it, but maybe one part of your mind decides that the other parts aren't ready, and then you don't remember where you've been

names of fire and flight and snow

The waters of the dead, a clear road, every lover in the form of stars, the road blocked.

Every story has its chapter in the desert, the long slide from kingdom to kingdom through the wilderness, where you learn things, where you're left to your own devices.

Everyone in this room got here somehow and everyone in this room will have to leave.

It isn't over yet, it's just begun.