Quotes About Journey

When I walked to school in the mornings I would start out alone but would pick up four other boys along the way. We would set out together after school across the village green.

Adventure is just bad planning.

Rob Lloyd Jones

Most big decisions are made up of lots of much smaller decisions. Decisions take split-nanoseconds to make but can take years to prepare for. Reduce the weight and size of decisions by breaking them down, knowing you will make lots of good (small) ones and a few bad (small) ones, along your journey to success. So start making more (small) decisions.

Telling them the story of my life as I knew it (i.e., the last four days). Good times, good times.

By the time you're an adult, you're used to seeing your friends disappear into their five-year plans. They drop out to get married, have babies, go to grad school, get divorced. They start a band or enter the penal system. They vanish for years at a time - some come back, some don't. Some of them you wait for and some you let go. Sometimes the only way they come back is in a song.

I was somebody's boyfriend now. This would mean a lot of trial and error. But she was who I wanted to try and err with.

Listening to it now is like a personally guided tour through my past.

Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of a life.

It was a smashing time, and then it ended, because that's what times do.

When you want to start living, what do you do? How do you start? Where do you go?

I was looking for glimmers of light, but I only wanted to go looking for them in the hills where the dead spirits hung out.

There was an empty house on the other side of this drive, and I had no idea what it would be like to try to go inside it. There was nobody there. I wasn't driving back home—just back.

but somehow, it's part of why Stevie Nicks means so much to us. It's why we hear our own broken forevers in this music, why we hear our own emotional avalanches in her songs. When she rides the landslide, she rides it all the way down, and she takes us down with her.

It's always that one song that gets to you. You can hide, but the song comes to find you.

Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of life.

Van Morrison's Astral Weeks

Breaking out beyond London's green belt was, and remains, like crossing the border into another country altogether.

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half-past deadI just need some place where I can lay my head."Hey, mister, can you tell where a man might find a bed?"He just grinned and shook my hand; "No" was all he said.

Some twenty-five thousand people toiled up the mountainside to pay their respects. Three thousand automobiles (which included some Sells-Floto circus wagons) also climbed the mountain that day, not without

On May 14, nineteen days after leaving St. Louis, the brothers crossed the Missouri River and landed on the town site of Omaha, then a community of cotton tents and shanties, where lots were being

connection. In April 1855 my great-granduncle Alexander Carter Jr. and his younger brother, Thomas Marion Carter, left their home in Scioto County, Ohio, and

horseback for twenty days-and, incidentally,

A rider galloping into a station had only to free his mochila, throw it over an already saddled fresh horse, and he was on his way.