Quotes About Journey

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

Ain't this been a hell of a time?

Maybe, Gus said. We've had a lot of practice, going on expeditions for nothing. That's how it mostly turned out. You ride awhile in one direction and then you turn around and ride back.

One must travel all the way to the center. To know and hate evil is one path to knowing good.

travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour. - Robert Louis Stevenson

But you've never even been as far as the Moon.

Taking a lifetime to grow up.

If things were eventually going to work out, did it matter how you got there? Didn't it ultimately just matter that you got the ending you wanted?

why people travel far from home-far from where they started. There was, of course, the obvious reason:escape. Escape from the monotony of every day. SO many of us chasing what we wished our everyday existence could be instead. But there was a less obvious and perhaps more important reason. Somewhere, often right in the middle of a trip, you got to believe this was your everyday life. You got to believe you were never going home again.

What happened the day I met your father,' she said, 'is that I learned you ave to choose. For better or for worse. You have to choose what your life is going to look like.

quoting Steinbeck-Peter said,'A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.

I'm not sure we get to, Annie," he said. "I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.

your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one.

explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one.

let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she)

I'd been wrong about the ways we move past the versions of ourselves that no longer fit. I'd thought it involved running, as far and as fast as your feet could carry you, from your former selves. I didn't understand that was the surest way to wind up exactly where you started. 44 In the morning, I looked out the window, feeling foggy and damp, like I'd had a bottle of wine the night before.

you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one. That's what

sometimes you find your way to the place that wants you most.

Wasn't that the gift of a home? You looked at it the same way, but then when you needed it to, it showed you all over again the many ways you'd been during the time that you had been living there. The many ways it had brought you back to yourself.

It feels like a victory that we are moving closer to the truth. But when the truth is taking you somewhere you don't want to go, you also aren't sure. You aren't sure you want that win.

car. I headed down CA-116—the winding road

From vine to finish. A single grape the start of it, this unlabeled bottle right here in my hand the end of it, the eight hundred grapes inside.

going to find what he was looking for there. "Would you feel better if I told you I had some great photography opportunities

I'm not sure we get to, Annie,' he said 'I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.