Quotes About Journey

Life was a suitcase. "That'll

waterfall that has our name on it. Catch you later. As he passed the booth, Ken gave Todd a high

The van. The man. He was driving her somewhere. But where? To her death? To an unspeakable horror that was too painful even to think about?

Stories aren't about things. Stories are things. Stories aren't about actions. Stories are, unto themselves, actions.

Because, for some of us, one mile can be farther to walk than thirty.

God would light the way. Faith would keep them on the right path.

But why? Where are you going?" "Home," Angel said. "I'm going home.

Why I Wrote Redeeming Love Many born-again Christians talk about a single conversion experience that changed their lives forever. They can tell you the day and the hour they made their decision to live for the Lord. I can't do that.

All I can tell you is faith is just the beginning of a long, difficult journey.

For some of us, one mile can be farther to walk than thirty

Spuntò la domenica, stolida e rispettabile; persino il mare sembrava borbottare e lamentarsi. Tornarono a Princeton facendo autostop, su vecchie ford di contadini transeunti. Si erano beccati raffreddori di testa, ma per il resto giunsero sani e salvi alla fine del vagabondaggio.

We're the league of the guilty, after all, not the league of the shortly-to-become-good. We are a work in progress. We will always be a work in progress. We will always fail, and it will always matter.

Alice of Wonderland was stranded on Earth.

I, an unnaturally large caterpillar, will reveal to you that of yourself which yet you know not

Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it's a mountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain.

A person needs new experiences. They jar something deep inside, allowing you to grow. Without them, it sleeps- seldom to awaken. The sleeper must awaken.

Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.

Most men go through life unchallenged, except at the final moment.

The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door.

Without new experiences, something inside of us sleeps. The sleeper must awaken.

Behold, as a wild ass in the desert, go I forth to my work.

You are a child seeking to be a man. When you are a man, you will seek in vain for the child you were.

Wild Fremen said it well: Four things cannot be hidden -- love, smoke, a pillar of fire and a man striding across the open bled.

Sad? Nonsense! Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.