Quotes About Journey

No hay una fragata como un libro para llevarnos a tierras lejanas, ni caballos mejores que una página de piafante poesía. Pueden hacer el viaje los más pobres, no se pagan portazgos, porque no necesita casi nada la carroza que lleva al alma humana.

Perhaps this was the point of travel, keeping bits of daily life to ground us while feeling also altogether stretched at the wideness of the world.

Where we belong is often where we least expect to find ourselves—a place that we may have willed ourselves to forget, but that the heart remembers forever.

Yet here we are, two children and a broken promise later, standing before each other, just the way we stood that day at the alter, with equal parts love and hope. And once again, I close my eyes, ready to take a leap of faith, ready for the long, hard road ahead. I have no idea how it's going to turn out, but then again, I never really did.

Grief is a mystery to be lived through, not a problem to be solved

There are people and places and events that lead you to your final relationship, people and places and events you'd prefer to forget or at least gloss over. In the end, you can slap a pretty label on it- like serendipity or fate. Or you can believe that it's just the random way life unfolds.

And so I do, with Gabe's help, feeling as scared as ever about the uncertain journey ahead, but also at peace. I know by now that you can't control your life, no matter how hard you try. That inevitably people leave and disappoint and die. But there is one constant, one thing you can always count on: that not only does love come first, but in the end, it is the only thing that remains.

I also appreciate Amy's forty-something perspective that the thirties are a grind for many, and motherhood isn't the constantly blissful journey everyone thinks it will be when they attend their pink or blue or yellow baby shower.

I've often let my goals supersede the journey—and the love of what I'm doing. A constant battle to stay in control, get to the next level, ensure that my life stays perfectly, carefully scripted.

Maybe someday I would be happy. —

grocery lists. That was back when I thought my

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine.

In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter all over the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit....

I seem to have stumbled onto love, like a pothole in the night.

everyone goes home in the end.

For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather.

So then she took me home, or I took her home, or we were both somehow taken to the closest thing.

Little by little; the way out of the mine was as long as the way in.

It came to Mary now that her mother had been right, after all; Mary had been born for this. In sixteen years she'd shot along the shortest route she could find between life and death, as the crow flew.

To travel is to turn the pages of the great book of life.

One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country. It struck Lib now how alone in the world she was.

A veces estaría bien volver a hacerse pequeño y a veces grande, igual que Alicia.

Las personas se mueven tanto por el mundo que constantemente se pierden cosas

But what on earth had possessed her, to take a wagon this far beyond nowhere? When