Quotes About Journey

It's the Lord's space and the Lord's worlds in space, Father. We must not try to take our cathedrals with us, when all we need is an overnight case.

Uscì quindi dalla casa del fuoco e si diresse per la strada notturna - era mezzanotte - verso la ferrovia sotterranea, dove il silenzioso convoglio ad aria compressa, scivolando come un'ombra dentro il suo budello bene oleato nelle viscere della terra, lo rigurgitò con uno sbuffo possente d'aria calda, sulla scala mobile dal pavimento color crema, che saliva verso la superficie, nella zona suburbana.

They slid whispering on meadows washed with wild sunflowers past abandoned way stations empty of all save transfer-punched confetti, to follow a forest stream into a summer country.

Why,' said Montag slowly, 'we've stopped in front of my house.

I have not so much thought my way through life as done things and found what it was and who I was after the doing.

The rain continued. He walked forward, tearing off his clothes as he went.

The word for "followed" means "to walk the same road." That's what a disciple does—he walks the same road as Jesus. He gets on the "Jesus road" and follows it wherever it may lead. No guarantees, no deals, no special promises. He simply walks that road every day, following in his Master's steps.

One thing that comes out in myths is that at the bottom of the abyss comes the voice of salvation. The black moment is the moment when the real message of transformation is going to come. At the darkest moment comes the light.

That's the man who never followed his bliss. You may have a success in life, but then just think of it - what kind of life was it? What good was it - you've never done the thing you wanted to do in all your life. I always tell my students, go where your body and soul want tot go. When you have the feeling, then stay with it, and don't let anyone throw you off. p147

The Promised Land is not a place to be conquered by armies and solidified by displacing other people. The Promised Land is a corner in the heart.

mythology is an interior road map of experience, drawn by people who have traveled it.

MOYERS: A poem? CAMPBELL: I mean a vocabulary in the form not of words but of acts and adventures, which connotes something transcendent of the action here, so that you always feel in accord with the universal being.

Trebuie s? fim dispu?i s? renun??m la via?a pe care ne-am planificat-o, pentru a o putea tr?i pe cea care ne a?teapt?.

The adventure is its own reward—but it's necessarily dangerous, having both negative and positive possibilities, all of them beyond control.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

And this also, said Marlow suddenly, has been one of the dark places of the earth.

for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence...

A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea. If he tries to climb out into the air as inexperienced people endeavor to do, he drowns.

I had turned away from the picture and was going back to the world where events move, men change, light flickers, life flows in a clear stream, no matter whether over mud or over stones.

Mistah Kurtz--he dead.

Going up that river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, sluggish. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. The long stretches of the waterway ran on, deserted, into the gloom of overshadowed distances.

We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account.

It was like a weary pilgrimage amongst hints for nightmares.

Ustedes, todos ustedes, han obtenido algo de la vida: dinero, amor-cosas en tierra firme-, pero, ¿acaso el tiempo en que estuvimos embarcados no fue el mejor de nuestras vidas? Cuando éramos jóvenes en la mar; jóvenes sin nada, sobre la mar que nada regala, excepto buenos golpes y momentos para ponerte a prueba, sólo eso, ¿no sientes haberlo perdido?