Quotes About Journey

Happiness can be like a butterfly you chase after. Always one flutter of wings ahead of you, but then if you stop chasing what you think should make you happy, you can feel the warmth of the sunshine on your shoulders, and the fragrance of your favorite flower is in the air. That butterfly might even drift close enough to let you feel the flutter of its wings.

She didn't know what the road in front of her held, but she know the one who paved those roads with hope. The Lord would show her the way. One step at a time. One day at a time. As long as she prayed believing.

It mattered most to me then because of where I was in my life. So in a way, there isn't just one book that matters most, there might be several, or even a dozen.

Time doesn't heal, I had learned, it just keeps moving. And it takes us with it.

I felt untethered. A man stepped into my life that day and grounded me.

Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.

When I'd headed out here on my wedding day, I hadn't realized I'd bought a ticket to my own history, a different one from studying Akh-en-aten and Horizon-of-the-Aten, maybe, but a living, ongoing one.

If life was really a journey, then children had to be the center of the wheel that moved it.

Perhaps someday we could all make it back to the places where we started. I didn't believe it, but I tried to.

Life is a journey without reliable tour guides. You made plans and then you got distracted and took detours that proved to be dull, disastrous, or wonderful, or a combination of all three. – Josie Navarre (heroine)

thought had been to escape

My husband and I love to travel, we say we want to cover the earth before the earth covers us!

She was no longer who she used to be, and she wasn't yet whoever she was becoming.

There is a note of relief. They have somewhere to start, even if it is the worst place imaginable.

The passage of time, and the details that spun some moments into unforgettable memories and others into thin air, traveled with Sylvie--the swirling atmosphere of her own life--while she walked.

If you live long enough, everything is complicated.

after her honeymoon. Maybe.

William, that she had the capacity to raise these giant, beautiful sails and go.

You'll all set sail, as you should, and leave your mother and me here. It's a tale as old as time.

Perhaps Sylvie's body had been ultimately unable to bear the distance between Chicago and New York.

He never would have reached this point, the middle, without her.

shadow represents either the blocking out of light or the other half of a person. When a character loses their shadow, they've lost a part of themselves and have to search to get it back.

Ann Napolitano

The days are like deer leaping into the forest...they go so fast.