Quotes About Journey

Everyone thinks that a new place or a new identity will jumpstart a new life.

Oh, there at last, life's trials past, / We'll meet our loved ones more, / Whose feet have trod the path to God, -- / Not lost, but gone before.

Everyone tells me I've had such an interesting life, but sometimes I think it's been nothing but stomach disturbances and self-concern.

Hope is the fuel of the ship of dreams. Without hope you can't even get out of the harbor.

Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers through his tears, 'What have you sought.

Into the sea of yourself like a young dog, and bring out a pearl.

Speak, then, o body, shout aloud, And break my only mind from chains To go where ploughing's ended.

final direction of the elementary town I advance for as long as forever is.

Living is hell of a death

However, the path itself must eventually be abandoned, just as you abandon a boat when you reach the other shore. You must disembark once you have arrived. At the point of total realization, you must abandon Buddhism. The spiritual path is a temporary solution, a placebo to be used until emptiness is understood.

I didn't run away to come home the same. -Claudia

I am ignorant, but curious. Not incapable, but I can tell I'm embarking on a long journey across a deep sea. A lot will be required of me that I want desperately to learn.

Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

my father moved through dooms of lovethrough sames of am through haves of give,singing each morning out of each nightmy father moved through depths of height

To have been accompanied on life's journey by the symbolic and monumental props of the gods has been a continuing and reassuring source of solitude. Such props quiet the inner voices that whisper about the inevitable end of life's drama.

It's like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

One of the things I had to learn as a writer was to trust the act of writing. To put myself in the position of writing to find out what I was writing.

You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can see the whole trip that way.

You can't have an ending. It's impossible. Because unlike in the movies, life goes on. You're never at the end until you die.

The notebook was tattered, and on every fragile page Frankie could feel the fundamental connection between the boys. They were going through life together - whether the pranks they pulled were dumb or brilliant. She was going through life with no one.

Jule watched a shit-ton of movies. She knew that women were rarely the centers of such stories. Instead, they were eye candy, arm candy, victims, or love interests. Mostly, they existed to help the great white hetero hero on his fucking epic journey.

to descend from bright heaven to earth, whereon there are shadows because there are hills…