Quotes About Journey

As long as one keeps searching, the answers come.

Almost. It's a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe. I'm hoping hard for that.

Almost. It's a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

Mountains draw you to a deeper place in yourself

There's a lot of cheese where you're going, Hope. I'm not sure how this affects people long term.

She studied my face. I rubbed my eyes. "I'm fine," I assured her. That was five months ago. I wasn't fine then and I'm not fine now. (Thwonk)

Almost. It's a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite... Soon, maybe.

You are at my side, dear friends, and God is everywhere. Yet ultimately we are alone, making our way home by the candle of the heart. The light is steady and sure but extends only far enough to see the next step. Many times the light seems to go out. But another light, one held by a stranger or friend, a book or a song, a blackbird or a wild flower, comes close enough so that we can see our path by its light. And in time we realize that the light we have borrowed was always our own.

The further we go on the spiritual path, the more we realize what beginners we really are.

Beauty is the result of having been through an experience all the way through to the end - therefore it has a poignancy. Beauty that is singular always comes from following an experience to the point where you can go no further.

nothing is more insidious than spiritual pride; nothing is more impervious to identification. No, the monastic mind0set says, spiritual development is not an event. Spiritual development is a process of continuing conversion. "What do you do in the monastery?" an ancient tale asks. "Oh, we fall and we get up. We fall and we get up," the old monastic answers. In monastic spirituality, we never arrive; we are always arriving.

I began to trust the questions themselves to lead me beyond answers to understanding, beyond practice to faith

Life is not about age, about the length of years we manage to eke out of it. It is about aging, about living into the values offered in every stage of life. As E. M. Forster wrote, "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

life is the vessel we have been given in order to find out what life is really meant to be about.

LIKE A GREAT WATERWHEEL, THE LITURGICAL YEAR goes on relentlessly irrigating our souls, softening the ground of our hearts, nourishing the soil of our lives until the seed of the Word of God itself begins to grow in us, comes to fruit in us, ripens in us the spiritual journey of a lifetime.

for beginners. After that, you can set out for

Aztán valahol a végtele kékségben két lélek útjai keresztezik egymást... Å' pedig úgy veszi majd észre egy idegen szemében a saját szíve tükörképét, mint búvár a tenger árnyai közt a gyöngyöt... és akkor tudni fogja, hogy végre az Å' lelke is hazatalált.

Some of us are drawn to mountains the way the moon draws the tide. Both the great forests and the mountains live in my bones. They have taught me, humbled me, purified me and changed me.

Why climb a mountain? Look! a mountain there. I don't climb mountain. Mountain climbs me. Mountain is myself. I climb on myself. There is no mountain nor myself. Something moves up and down in the air. Nanao Sakaki

Swinging their hands between them, they raced (or race-limped in Jack's case) down the trail to catch up with their friends.

Where were they going? What strange feminine secrets did they share in that last gay fateful hour?

I have to find myself A place where I can breathe. That's where poetry lives In the oldest part of us.

Wings have we—and as far as we can go we may find pleasure: wilderness and wood, blank ocean and mere sky, support that mood which with the lofty sanctifies the low.

For are we not, all of us, wand'rers and strangers; and do we not, all of us, travel in danger or voyage uncharted seas?