Quotes About Journey

I don't understand," Oraeyn whispered hoarsely. "It is not for us to understand," Ina replied, her face clearing as she listened to Kaitryn. "It is for us to travel to the very edge of the light we are given." "And then?" Oraeyn asked. A radiant smile beamed across Kaitryn's face. "And then we jump with swords drawn, a battlecry on our lips, and we beat back the darkness.

Eat me if thou must, good dragon, but please take me to where it is dry first!

My sister, she's amazing. She sort of inspired me to take this journey to Latin America.

You promised to show me the world." "The world is what an army wife sees, every facet of it, the beautiful and the ugly. If you're willing to see it with me.

There is no wasted effort. There is no wasted effort. It will all add to the path. It will all add to the journey. Somehow. You just can't even imagine how it will. But you just need to do things fully to the best of your ability. And you go towards the thing that you love. What you love to do.

Then I closed my eyes. That was it. That was Before. Now here we go into After.

Everyone has a story. It's simply a question of finding it.

We lived a dot-to-dot life, never thinking too much about the future.

I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

Every heart is made of stories.

I look around myself wildly, my heart bursting with grief and fear and joy. I am leaving, but I will take this place and its stories with me wherever I go.

I'd wish you good luck, but you won't need it. You get to write your own story now. Nothing's luckier than that.

Belle's tears spilled over. "Even if I could get out of this place, I wouldn't know where to go," she sobbed. "Where is it, Lucanos? Where is my home?" The beetle sighed. He touched the tip of one leg to the place over Belle's heart. "It's here, foolish girl," he said. "Home is all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love. You carry it wherever you go. Don't you know that?

But all we need to do is begin. The rest will take care of itself. A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.

I'd wish you good luck, but you won't need it. You get to write your own story now. Nothing's luckier than that.

I know the task ahead seems impossible, but all we need to do is begin. The rest will take care of itself. A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.

on a boat, the better.

You've gone far away to a place with no horses and very little grass, and you're studying how to write a story with a happy ending. If you can write that ending for yourself, maybe you can come back.

When I'm with you," he began again, "it's like… I still don't feel normal. But I can see normal at twelve o'clock on the horizon." He pointed past me, through the windshield of an imaginary airplane. "At least I know normal is still out there. I've spent the last three months not sure of that at all.

It's going to be a pretty day to fly.

A new remote and unfamiliar place can make the prior remote and unfamiliar place seem like home.

This vision tumbled over Phoebe with the force of revelation: she would stand somewhere and look back, she would live a life.

Poets claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. It is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find those fixed places, contemporaneous with different years.

Market Street, a steamy puddle at every curb. We find our way down alleys, our crazy eyes making diamonds of the shattered glass that covers the streets and sidewalks. Nothing touches us. We float under the orange streetlamps.