Quotes About Journey

Poor little old human beings—they're jerked into this world without having any idea where they came from or what it is they are supposed to do, or how long they have to do it in. Or where they are gonna wind up after that. But bless their hearts, most of them wake up every morning and keep on trying to make some sense out of it. Why, you can't help but love them, can you? I just wonder why more of them aren't as crazy as betsy bugs." —Aunt Elner, 1978

as they walked home, and she would

They always said, that once you've been to Milwaukee, you're never the same.

Because, honey, she said, after you've been to the moon, where else is there to go?

What can I tell you about the town? I suppose if you had driven through it back

Once you've been to Milwaukee, you're never the same.

Books fashion nets to sustain and support the reader as he falls helplessly through the chaos of his own existence.

On marriage: You sort of stumble along and reconnect and lose each other and reconnect again.

taking in a main mast, shortening the

it's time to hit the road.

walked back to the

She was there! At a palace! Trish strained to see through the heavily tinted windows but was unsuccessful. In a minute, she'd be outside. Then, a few minutes after that, she'd be inside the palace. A real palace.

Espinosa let the Rover slide to the side of the road. He parked and looked around. "Now what?" Jack pressed the button on the window

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Life is an experimental journey undertaken involuntarily. It is a journey of the spirit through the material world and, since it is the spirit that travels, it is the spirit that is experienced. That is why there exist contemplative souls who have lived more intensely, more widely, more tumultuously than others who have lived their lives purely externally.

Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.

I am the escaped one, After I was born They locked me up inside me But I left. My soul seeks me, Through hills and valley, I hope my soul Never finds me.

There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes to where life is not painful; nor is there a port of call where it is possible to forget.

Everything I sought in life I abandoned for the sake of the search. I'm like one who absentmindedly looks for he doesn't know what, having forgotten it in his dreaming as the search got under way.

Se depois de eu morrer, quiserem escrever a minha biografia, não há nada mais simples. Têm só duas datas: a da minha nascença e a da minha morte. Entre uma e outra coisa, todos os dias são meus

Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, look at me move.

Life is whatever we make it. The traveller is the journey. What we see is not what we see but who we are. (76)

I seek and don't find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots.

It's been a long time since i've been me.