Quotes About Journey

The queue for happiness was not well ordered, he thought; it stretched out and wound round corners, and sometimes, it seemed, the end was so hard to see.

we live out our years as best we can, not knowing their number, not really knowing, in the case of most of us, why we do what we do and how we came to be where we are; thinking we know it, but suspecting that we do not really know.

A road followed in faith was the road that led nowhere, because it stopped, suddenly and without warning, at a sign which said, unambiguously, Wrong way.

they were two people thrown together on a journey, who found themselves sharing the same railway compartment and becoming resigned to each other's company.

On the wall of this yard there was the wording, painted in high letters: Reliable Autos. We get you there. Get you where? asked Fanwell. Chobie smiled. Where you want to get. That's where everybody's heading, after all. To where they want to get.

I watched him walk down the path from the house and then off on to the dusty road. People do that in India. When they reach a certain time of life, they sometimes just walk off and become holy men and never come back.That is what my father did

There are roads to Damascus, she told herself. People travel on them.

Families come in different ways... sometimes they are given to you, but sometimes you find them yourself, unexpectedly, as you go through life.

the finding of a cargo of whisky was, in a sense, like the finding by the Israelites of manna in the wilderness. And

One never gets anywhere unless one leaves

Enough! Clear-souled and far from wasted, I start upon an untrod way To take my rest from yesterday.

Beaupré, in his native country, had been a hairdresser, then a soldier in Prussia, and then had come to Russia to be outchitel, without very well knowing the meaning of this word.3

No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....

You haven't lived until you died in New York.

The two of us lurching on an unlikely journey up a lonely road in the dark, thick beginning of a Mozambique night. As our pickup churned over rocks and through thick sand, the engine drowned out the night cries of the cicadas, the crickets, and the nightjars. Behind us, a plume of dust burned pink in our rear lights.

what life had taught me is that where we come from is a point -- not the starting point, not the defining point -- just a point. It's where we are that really counts.

Paul Theroux, she adores his long, grumpy travelogues, his trips around Africa especially.

Don't let yourself do something simply because you've started on a path and feel that you should complete it. Life is too short for that.

does that not tell you that grief is like life and that there is always somethings unknown beyond it?

D'Artagnan ran home immediately, and although it was three o'clock in the morning and he had some of the worst quarters of Paris to traverse, he met with no misadventure. Everyone knows that drunkards and lovers have a protecting deity.

Follow me. He who lives will see. - D'Artagnan

A meno che non muoia, sarò sempre ciò che sono.

What is death? One step further into calm and two perhaps into silence.

Dantes was on the way he desired to follow, and was moving towards the end he wished to achieve; his heart was in a fair way of petrifying in his bosom.