Quotes About Journey

When all was said and done, it was conceivable that a being's purpose remained the same throughout his life, and Eddie's purpose was exactly what it had been when he was a boy, to pursue the light and find what was lost.

It was best to step into the future while it was still waiting for you.

Perhaps I was drawn to stories in which people found their true desires because I was a stranger to myself.

With silver and a wagon to take you to Boston or New York. I can keep the girl.

Reading is the magic key that takes you where you want to be.

He pulled the door closed and the wind became just the slightest rush of air against the rolled-up windows. There was suddenly a pleasant warmth. Their voices, suddenly, seemed rich and sure now that they could speak quietly, now that their words were no longer scattered by the buffeting wind.

Where are you headed, George?" she asked him. He shouted something unintelligible into the wind. "Have you eaten yet?" she

The windshield wipers were like a new beat in the day's rhythm. Mary

Something happened here. In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, were something happened, and then there are all the other places

One stroke of lightning does not have to lead anywhere, but to the next stroke of lightning.

This is the way you look at the poorest details of the world resurfaced, after you've been driving for a long time -- you feel their singleness and precise location and the forlorn coincidence of you being there to see them.

It seemed to me that everybody ended up in Toronto at least for a little while.

Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown." And he replied, "Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way." Then

Algo había ocurrido allí. En la vida tienes unos cuantos sitios, o quizá uno solo, donde ocurrió algo, y después están todos los demás sitios.

this is not a story, only life.

In your life there are a few places, or maybe only one place, where something has happened. And then there are the other places, which are just other places.

Aunt Elspeth and Auntie Grace stood in their doorway, ceremoniously, to watch me go, and I felt as if I were a ship with their hope on it, dropping down over the horizon.

I don't take up the story and follow it as if it were a road, taking me somewhere... I go into it, and move back and forth and settle here and there, and stay in it for a while. It is more like a house.

I lived when I was young at the end of a long road, or a road that seemed long to me.

People grow up by living.

It's very weird to succeed at thirty-nine years old and realize that in the midst of your failure, you were slowly building the life that you wanted anyway.

Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Susie misses...

If you chose to go into someone else's reality, you had to be willing to walk. There were no shortcuts.

People grow up by living. I want to live.