Quotes About Journey

I left Beijing because I wanted to be alone and to forge my own path, but I know now that no path is solitary, we all tread across other people's beginnings and ends.

I don't know where I am going, I just know I had to leave. Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.

I see my skeleton walking down the street now. I'm walking behind it. Our feet touch the ground at the same time. I am my own shadow. The road we're walking along looks familiar. The trees lining the pavement have been bleached by the sun. There are stone steps on my left. I climb them. This is the route I used to take after school. It's very dark. The skeleton has disappeared.

If there is road in front of me, I will follow it. I don't mind where it goes, as long as it takes me forward.

Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead. I want to think on my feet, live on the run.

no path is solitary, we all tread across other people's beginnings and ends.

Am I mystical again, reader? Then I hope you are too, or will be before you have done with this same beautiful mystical life of ours.

Verdadeiramente foi o princípio da minha vida; tudo o que sucedera antes foi como o pintar e vestir das pessoas que tinham de entrar em cena, o acender das luzes, o preparo das rabecas, a sinfonia... Agora é que eu ia começar a minha ópera.

Não se navegam corações como os outros mares deste mundo.

não tendo alcançado nada caminhando em linha reta, procurou ver se alcançava caminhando por linha curva. Às vezes é o caminho mais curto. (Linha reta e linha curva)

Se meu marido tivesse em mim uma mulher, e se eu tivesse nele um marido, minha salvação era certa. Mas não era assim. Entramos no nosso lar nupcial como dois viajantes estranhos em uma hospedaria, e aos quais a calamidade do tempo e ahora avançada da noite obrigam a aceitar pousada sob o teto do mesmo aposento. (Confissões de uma viúva moça)

I wind in and out of people's lives. Having touched them, I am blessed. Having touched me, they are blessed. Our roots are deepened. Our wings are strengthened. We have given each other grace to live more deeply.

A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.

Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.

I do not think that I will ever reach a stage when I will say, This is what I believe. Finished. What I believe is alive ... and open to growth

You see, though we travel together, we travel alone.

The journey homewards. Coming home. That's what it's all about. The journey to the coming of the Kingdom. That's probably the chief difference between the Christian and the secular artist--the purpose of the work, be it story or music or painting, is to further the coming of the kingdom, to make us aware of our status as children of God, and to turn our feet toward home.

The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.

I would like to travel light on this journey of life, to get rid of the encumbrances I acquire each day.

I have never lived before...Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive.

To grow up is to find the small part you are playing in the extraordinary drama written by somebody else.

As long as we know what it's about, then we can have the courage to go wherever we are asked to go, even if we fear that the road may take us through danger and pain.

All of life is a story

Even travelling at the speed of light it would take us years and years to get here. Oh, we don´t travel at the speed of anything, Mrs Whatsit explained earnestly. We tesser. Or you might say, we wrinkle.