Quotes About Journey

You may do this, I tell you, it is permitted. Begin again the story of your life. —JANE HIRSHFIELD

When you saw where the truth was, you wanted to get there as quickly as you could, before you lost sight of it again.

I know it sounds crazy. How can someone figure out how to stay by going again? " I said, trying to explain it. "But going again is the only way I've ever found what I'm looking for.

People always say that things come full circle, but I think that's not accurate. I think they just come very close. You find yourself almost back where you started, but you've moved slightly. Like evidence of the time that has passed, of the things that have happened.

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

of how to answer

No one else has a clue what you're doing, but at the end of the day, you get to where you want to go.

Gertrudis got on her horse and rode away. She wasn't riding alone--she carried her childhood beside her, in the cream fritters she had enclosed in a jar in her saddlebag

Words have life, memory, when you hear them you travel to the past

At a certain point in his life he stopped searching for himself in everything that exists and gave in to temptations. Or, as you say, he sinned and later fled.

Gertrudis got onto her horse and rode away. She wasn't riding alone--she carried her childhood beside her, in the cream fritters she had enclosed in a jar in her saddlebag.

A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin

Roma tidaklah dibangun dalam waktu sehari. Begitu juga sebuah jalan kereta api. Atau hal-hal lain yang menyenangkan dalam hidup ini. - Charles Ingalls

Laura knew then that she was not a little girl any more. Now she was alone; she must take care of herself. When you must do that, then you do it and you are grown up. Laura was not very big, but she was almost thirteen years old, and no one was there to depend on. Pa and Jack had gone, and Ma needed help to take care of Mary and the little girls, and somehow to get them all safely to the west on a train.

Down a long road through the woods a little boy trudged to school, with his big brother Royal and his two sisters, Eliza Jane and Alice. Royal was thirteen years old, Eliza Jane was twelve, and Alice was ten. Almanzo was the youngest of all, and this was his first going-to-school, because he was not quite nine years old.

Oh, Pa, let's go on west!" "Mercy, Laura!" Ma said. "Whatever—" She could not go on. "I know, little Half-Pint," said Pa, and his voice was very kind. "You and I want to fly like the birds.

The road goes up hill and down, and it is rutted and dusty and stony but every turn of the wheels changes our view of the woods and the hills. The sky seems lower here, and it is the softest blue. The distances and the valleys are blue whenever you can see them. It is a drowsy country that makes you feel wide awake and alive but somehow contented.

We crossed the James River and in 20 minutes we reached the top of the bluffs on the other side. We all stopped and looked back at the scene and I wished for an artist's hand or a poet's brain or for even to be able to tell in good plain prose how beautiful it was. If I had been the Indians I wold have scalped more white folks before I ever would have left it.

Where does it lead, this rockrose path?

Books are boring, James said as he wrote. They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, I offered.

As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.

Peaks and valleys. That's what life comes down to, in the end. Fucking geography.

I was learning that happily-ever-after was the beginning of the next chapter, not the end of the story.

Grief isn't a neat series of stages. You can jump around in the stages, you can get stuck at one point or the other, and you even get to revisit stages you've already finished. Grief isn't a neat, orderly kind of thing. It's messy, and it sucks.