Quotes About Journey

I eschewed shortcuts, for flashy shadow spanning helluns also have their price and I did not want to be all whacked out when I arrived.

I bowed and blew her a kiss as I stepped forward into Amber, leaving her to clutch at rainbows as I caught hold of Random's shoulder and staggered.

He felt her cold lips touch his eyes, like coins for Charon. After a time he heard her singing... The song was a piece of forever.

In those days, continued Ishvar, it seemed to me that that was all one could expect in life. A harsh road strewn with sharp stones and, if you were lucky, a little grain. And later? Later I discovered there were different types of roads. And a different way of walking on each.

The answers were not easy to come by, they lay in the garden of the past, which memory had dug up and replanted in plots of its own choosing.

And the further they go, the more they'll remember, they can take it from me.

Every exploration is an appropriation.

What right does my present have to speak of my past? Has my present some advantage over my past? What grace might have enlightened me? except that of passing time, or of a good cause, encountered on my way?

I'm cold, the lover says, let's go back, but there is no road, no way, the boat is wrecked.

the love which is over and done with passes into another world like a ship into space, lights no longer winking

a ship is a habitat before being a means of transport.

when 'one leads a nomadic life, as I do at the moment, it is not easy to do everything at the right time'.

The value of your travels does not hinge on how many stamps you have in your passport when you get home -- and the slow nuanced experience of a single country is always better than the hurried, superficial experience of forty countries.

After all, vagabonding involves sacrifices, and its particular sacrifices are not for everyone.

answers. I took another swig of water, screwed the cap back on and thought about the next place I must look for Doc. I did not like it

In the standard telling of his life, Hamilton boards a ship in October 1772 and sails off to North America forever.

On April 16, 1789, George Washington departed from Mount Vernon on an eight-day journey to New York that blossomed into a national celebration.

It doesn't matter what we call your soul, Daddy Moses said, smiling at me. What matters is where it travels and who it uplifts.

Reading felt like a daytime dream in a secret land. Nobody but I knew how to get there, and nobody but I owned that place.

Friends are like books. You carry them with you forever, regardless of mundane impediments like geography.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place? —LOUISE BOGAN, Journey Around My Room

Moj život je neprekidna digresija, od kolevke pa do moga groba.

THE BRIDGE TO TOTAL FREEDOM is a journey that goes on and on (although confoundingly, in the Scientology metaphor, one moves "higher and higher"—up the Bridge rather than across it).

keep a person on the Scientology path," Hubbard once told one of his associates, "feed him a mystery sandwich.