Quotes About Journey

wondering about a man to whom the difference between a pasture and a meadow seemed important, [...] who seemed like the wind. And moved like it. Came from it, perhaps.

Give me all of you, and I'll give you back yourself when we have finished. And in the high country she had screamed aloud in some combination of fear and pleasure. And she had done that once more in a bed in Iowa, then turned the scream into a dwindling, involuntary cry for all the things she had once felt and now felt again with another strange man who lived in his own far places.

Como duas aves solitárias sobrevoando as imensas pradarias por vontade divina, todos estes anos e vidas avançámos ao encontro um do outro.

It's clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us was aware of the other before we met, there was a kind of mindless certainty bumming blithely along beneath our ignorance that ensured we would come together. Like two solitary birds flying the great prairies by celestial reckoning, all of these years and lifetimes we have been moving toward one another.

There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them.

I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea

You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.

We'll all be riding that streetcar of desire.

They say it is a wide road that leads to war and only a narrow path that leads home again.

Finally, she agreed to come in the spring and summer of 1787, the year of her silver jubilee, the twenty-fifth anniversary of her accession to the throne. The planning and preparation of Catherine's Crimean journey began. It was to be the longest journey of her life and the

but the soldier only shook his head and said, "They say it is a wide road that leads to war and only a narrow path that leads home again.

Sun keeps rising. Days keep passing. World keeps spinning. Time, it just keeps moving forward. Weeks, months, even years go by... while you try to make sense of it all. Try to find where you belong. Try to look ahead to a better future. But the truth is the path ahead has only grown darker. It's harder to see. You can feel so lost, so alone, so desperate for something, anything that might show you the way.

If you want to go somewhere, it is best to find someone who has already been there.

The feeling of a place was the best reason to go.

It can be said that life's perhaps most fundamental dynamic is the attempt to move from a lower form of experience and consciousness to a higher (or deeper) level of consciousness.

It can be said that life's perhaps most fundamental dynamic is the attempt to move from a lower form of experience and consciousness to a higher (or deeper) level of consciousness, from a diffuse identity to a more consolidated and structured identity.

He had left home one day, yesterday, and come home today, and the change was too much for him to bear. And this was why he could not go home all at once.

The road simply ended. No cul-de-sac. No sign like the ones they had seen before: "Private Property. No Trespassing." Or "No Motorized Vehicles Beyond This Point." Just road...then trees.

Infinity is something like the horizon seen from a ship - no matter how much you advance towards it, it is always beyond your reach. Trying to calculate pi is a going without a getting there.

Failure is a path, not a destination.

To be truly happy is a question of how we begin and not of how we end, of what we want and not of what we have.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of the world, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.