Quotes About Journey

A happy ending isn't really the end. It's just the place where you choose to stop telling the story.

Once you know the end of the story, every part of the story contains that end, and is only a way of reaching it.

The first day of the rest of my life.

Either way Reacher figured he might as well find out. He had no place to go, and all the time in the world to get there, so detours cost him nothing.

old enough to show some mileage, young enough to still find some amusement in the world.

He had no place to go, and all the time in the world to get there, so detours cost him nothing.

No particular place to go, and all the time in the world to get there.

At one point they said they were heading to

The line between Hope and Despair was exactly that: a line, in the road

Reacher remembered a line from an old song: Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

pity the man who gets what he wants. And it's better to travel hopefully than to arrive.

the meandering approach road. She saw the

I met Summer in the MP motor pool. She was bright and full of energy but we didn't talk. There was nothing to say, except that the task we had set for ourselves was impossible. And I guessed neither of us wanted to confirm that out loud. So we didn't speak. We just picked a Humvee at random and headed out. I drove, for a change, the same three-minute journey I had driven thirty-some hours before.

The plane turned onto the runway, amid noisy billows of dry brown air, and it accelerated slowly, complacently, as if fully aware the mysteries of flight had been worked out long ago, and it lifted off calmly, and glinted in the sun, and sideslipped in the haze, and curved upward on trails of soot, setting a dark but graceful course north and east.

His name had been Jason Kenneth Rickard, and he had finished his earthly sojourn a month shy of his twenty-ninth birthday.

and was lost to sight. I turned around and got set to head

Route 66. She headed north and east on it. Reacher started singing to himself, about getting his kicks. Then he stopped. Berenson

through his side window, down the length of the

Further On Up the Road." Bobby Bland

damn miles.

I had rambling on my mind.

women passengers

which leads to the Bronx. You can get to Yankee Stadium that way, although other routes are better.

They were in flat empty country and she eased the silent car faster down a dead-straight road. The hot sky was tinted bottle-green by the windshield.