Quotes About Journey

Where are you going?' I asked him. 'To hell, eventually,' Jameson answered. 'Probably to the wine cellar, for now.

Where are you going?" I asked him. [...] "To hell, eventually," Jameson answered. "Probably the wine cellar, for now.

Everyone's looking for something, she thought. Ghosts. Scientific explanations of the world around us. A new and different life somewhere else.

She was his great adventure; his love for her had taken him places he'd never dreamed of going.

All great heroes have a flaw. It's one of the things that makes them heroes.

Drive anywhere and everywhere, even when there's nowhere to go. (Note: There's always somewhere to go.)

People like Theodore Finch don't die.He's just wandering.

The last wandering

Theodore Finch, April 3. "Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away!

Let me ask you something. Do you think there's such a thing as a perfect day?" "What?" "A perfect day. Start to finish. When nothing terrible or sad or ordinary happens. Do you think it's possible?" "I don't know." "Have you ever had one?" "No." "I've never had one either, but I'm looking for it.

You can't do this to me.You were the one who lectured me about living.You were the one who said I had to get out and see what was right in front of me and make the most of it and not wish my time away and find my mountain because my mountain was waiting, and all that adds up to life.But then you leave.You can't just do that.

If anyone can make it to another world, it's Theodore Finch.

I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something....Let's go. Let's count for something. Let's get off that ledge.

FINCH : Day 75 "The cadence of suffering has begun."-Cesare Pavese I am in pieces.

Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.

It's all just time filler until we die.

I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don't have to do them all at once.

There's beauty in every story. And there's a story in everything.

I thought of the pieces of me I'd left behind, a piece here, a piece there, scattered like bread crumbs. How much of me was left?

Finch,April 3. "Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away!" I sign my name and write: "Your mountain is waiting. So... get on your way!

We alternate choosing places to go, but we also have to be willing to go where the road takes us. This means the grand, the small, the bizarre, the poetic, the beautiful, the ugly, the surprising. Just like life. But absolutely, unconditionally, resolutely nothing ordinary.

I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us.

We alternate choosing places to go, but we also have to be willing to go where the road takes us. This means the grand, the small, the bizarre, the poetic, the beautiful, the ugly, the surprising. Just like life. But absolutely, unconditionally, resolutely nothing ordinary. c)

It is a new year....It is time to get...back on the camel" -Mr.Black