Quotes About Journey

How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.

For whatever you live is life.

The hill road wound upwards, as hill roads do, unless you're coming down them, of course.

Need to get to Ruislip by sparrow-fart though', said the squadron leader. 'Think you can do that? Can I come along for the ride?

We're not on our journey to save the world but to save ourselves. But in doing that you save the world. The influence of a vital person vitalizes." | Joseph Campbell

If one wants to find out what lies beyond the frontier, the only way to do so is to go beyond it and see. On this journey one will do well to obtain both a map and a guide but he will have to travel every step by his own efforts.

Living Step by Step Because nomadic life in ancient times was defined by a continual walking from place to place, the Bible emphasizes the importance of a person's steps and feet. As one Old Testament scholar explained, "Although the Hebrew is keenly aware of the role the hand plays in human actions, [it] still places more emphasis on the

The picture of continually walking may be unpleasant and tiring to us. To constantly pay attention to our next step—always thinking about whether it's along the path of life or along the way of destruction—takes a lot of thought and effort. Wouldn't it be nice just to be able to get off the road and relax for a while? Or, as someone put it, "Lord, please give me the vacation of a second!

Y al crearte a ti mismo en un nuevo lugar, llegas a conocerte de un modo que no hubiera sido posible si no hubieras dejado tu Hogar.

In many ways life is a journey from the head to the heart.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.

What was I supposed to do? Was I meant to be nothing but God? I had tried the God business and found it too limited. It was a job for a simple-minded egomaniac. There had to be something else for me to do – something more meaningful, more expressive of my true self. I am convinced of it! That is my problem, and that is the question I ask of you: What am I to do with myself?

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life.

It was like traveling through a stage setting, the air clear and tingling, the moonlight sparkling off bushes laced with frost.

Sleeping and waking, the notion of being lost, of having wandered out of the right life, kept turning up in different guises. She imagined mirrors in which she could not find herself.

He had undertaken a little assay at the good fight and found that neither the good nor the fight was left to him . . . he had gone after life again and they had shown him life and made him eat it.

Dreaming is an advanced evolutionary exercise, a way the brain can go on an extended journey into that other reality.

Getting there isn't half the fun, it's all the fun.

Two pairs of steps, laid parallel on their sides at a distance

series of misadventures

Like swimming squirrels, you navigate with the help of Heaven and a stiff breeze, but you never land where you hope to—do you?

My invitation to you is to begin living every moment as though you are miraculous and deserve to live an extraordinary life. Fake it if you must and keep faking it until it's real to you. The gift you will be giving yourself is a lifelong journey of discovery, one that is infinite and infinitely rewarding. Begin the journey. Today. This moment. Now.

Any great "experience"—irrespective of how much bliss it may bestow—remains for some time, and then leaves.