Quotes About Journey

The hero was the man who could go into the spirit world, the world of the dead, and return alive.

Exile from the Loved One; or, Farewell and Return.

Going to another country doesn't make any difference. I've tried all that. You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There's nothing to that.

Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won't you? Because we're going to have a strange life.

I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun. And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it's never done.

I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

My big fish must be somewhere.

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.

Perhaps as you went along you did learn something. I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about.

where a man feels at home, outside of where he's born, is where he's meant to go.

For we have thought the longer thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils' tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day.

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.

Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us.

His choice had been to stay in the deep dark water far out beyond all snares and traps and treacheries. My choice was to go there to find him beyond all people. Beyond all people in the world. Now we are joined together and have been since noon. And no one to help either one of us.

Where should we go?" "I don't care. Anywhere you want. Anywhere we don't know people.

The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away. Then he smiled.

There is never any ending to Paris, and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. Paris was always worth it, and you received return for whatever you brought to it…

Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.

You talk like a time-table. Did you have any beautiful adventures?

Don't think, old man, he said aloud. Sail on this course and take it when it comes.

You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.

We have to get used to the idea that at the most important crossroads in our life there are no signs.

For we have been there in the books and out of the books—and where we go, if we are any good, there you can go as we have been. A country, finally, erodes and the dust blows away, the people all die and none of them were of any importance permanently, except those who practised the arts