Quotes About Journey

Take the Adventure, heed the call, now ere the irrevocable moment passes!

hauled up our wine-casks, and hove them overboard, tied one to the other by a long line. Then the crew took to the boats and rowed shorewards, singing as they went, and drawing after them the long bobbing procession of casks, like

Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not.

The wayfarer was lean and keen-featured, and somewhat bowed at the shoulders; his paws were thin and long, his eyes much wrinkled at the corners, and he wore small gold ear rings in his neatly-set well-shaped ears. His knitted jersey was of a faded blue, his breeches, patched and stained, were based on a blue foundation, and his small belongings that he carried were tied up in a blue cotton handkerchief.

And the talk, the wonderful talk flowed on—or was it speech entirely, or did it pass at times into song—chanty of the sailors weighing the dripping anchor, sonorous hum of the shrouds in a tearing North-Easter, ballad of the fisherman hauling his nets at sundown against an apricot sky, chords of guitar and mandoline from gondola or caique?

By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river chatted to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.

Glorious, stirring sight!' murmured Toad, never offering to move. 'The poetry of motion! The REAL way to travel! The ONLY way to travel! Here to-day–in next week to-morrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped–always somebody else's horizon! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!' 'O STOP being an ass, Toad!' cried the Mole despairingly.

Look for wisdom and keep looking until you find it. When you do find it, you will become troubled. When you become troubled, you will be amazed, and you will come to rule the world.

FORTY YEARS AGO

They walked to the highway and turned past Shattuck's Café

But when didn't a lifetime feel unfinished?

I heard the Denver and Rio Grande locomotives howling off in to the mountains. I wanted to pursue my star further.

You've got to dream to get there

Was that what it meant to be alive—moving from a brightly lit corridor into a darkened room at every step?

Sometimes, driving past restaurants that had once been other restaurants, big box stores that had once been wood lots and houses, I imagined that if I could just make the right set of turns, the city would unlock for me, and my car would carry me into the roads of fifteen years ago.

The central thing that Winslow could remember from this tme was the feeling of satisfaction he had, all the ride down with Carole King for company. As far as he could take it. As far as he could go. Something at least would happen next and this part would be over. He could feel the same movement starting up inside him, the same gathering wave, and wondered where it would leave him this time. Nothing to do, though. Nothing to do but wait and see.

Our scars tell stories of who we are and what we did. A person without marks hasn't done anything.

have been sailing with almost bare poles

Kevin Wignall

and then the train started to ease along the platform

You've always been a tourist here. You just didn't know it.

A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.

Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end…crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads).

Life is a train, get on board.