Quotes About Journey

Jake, you're a dern grasshopper," Augustus said. "You ride in yesterday talking Montana, and today you're talking California.

It's funny, leaving a place, ain't it? he said. You never do know when you'll get back.

Now there was a crack, a kind of canyon, between the Woodrow Call sitting with Teresa on the train and the Woodrow Call who had made the campfire that morning and saddled his horse. The crack was permanent, the canyon deep. He could not get across it, back to himself. His last moments as himself had been spent casually—making a campfire, drinking coffee, saddling a horse.

He didn't feel sad. The one thing he knew about Texas was that he was lucky to be leaving it alive—and, in fact, he had a long way to go before he could be sure of accomplishing that much.

the seven of them rode for two hours into country that seemed to contain nothing except itself.

It ain't dying I'm talking about, it's living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live." ~spoken by Augustus McCrae ? Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove

Every time Roscoe tried to think back along the line of events that had led to his being in a place where there was no trees to lean against, he strayed off the line and soon got all tangled up in his thinking. It was probably better not to try and think back down the line of life.

Me and Call have always liked to get where we started for, even if it don't make a damn bit of sense.

And the blue pigs walked all the way to Montana just to be eaten. Life ain't for sissies, as Augustus might have said.

Certain mountains were that way, like the Bighorns. The air around them was so clear you could ride toward them for days without seeming to get any closer. And yet, if you kept riding, you would get to the mountains. He was not so sure he would ever get to Lorie.

He had not stayed, but when he had gone, he hadn't fought, either. He had done nothing but ride twice over the same stretch of prairie, while death had come to both camps.

Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills. The hills stayed as they were. You could go them, if you had the means, but they extended no greeting.

It's funny, leaving a place, ain't it?" he said. "You never do know when you'll get back.

Perhaps, he thought, as he turned back, that was what Augustus wanted: just to be free for a few days, just to saddle his horse and ride.

Larry McMurtry

Francis Goes to the Army.

Larry McMurtry

swinging off the bay. "We rode all night

It's been quite a party ain't it?" Lonesome Dove

As the day died and the afterglow stretched upward in the soft, empty sky, the Hat Creek outfit, seven strong, crossed the river and rode southeast, toward the Hacienda Flores.

It ain't dying I'm talking about, it's living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live. Augustus McCrae

Mrs. Popper smiled, but neither of them spoke again, all the way to Olney.

I'm in the mood to travel. Once you boys get settled I may go to China, for all you know.

Well, that's where we started for," he said. "Me and Call have always liked to get where we started for, even if it don't make a damn bit of sense.