Quotes About Journey

Your own self is your ultimate teacher. The outer teacher is merely a milestone. It is only your inner teacher that will walk with you to the goal, for he is the goal

Teacher, tender comrade, wife, A fellow-farer true through life.

Becoming enlightened is not special, but it's unusual.

MotherHushed and sacred silencefills the dawning skyI ponder in this momentof our journey which is nigh...

This mysterious path is described in the holy books, but it cannot be found simply by the study of sacred texts. It is found by the grace and guidance of an accomplished teacher.

Space isn't remote at all. It's only an hour's drive away if your car could go straight upwards.

The wind is rising and we must make sail. Anchors aweigh! We must be off!

Just as novels have come to be seen as narratives of identity, so too has politics become, for many, a search for personal authenticity, a journey of self-discovery.

the possibility of our deliverance lies not in the future but in the past, in a mystery beyond memory.

Tridib often said of her, the inventions she lived in moved with her, so that although she had lived in many places, she had never travelled at all.

To pick a modern image we once heard, but can't remember where: life is like driving a car with its front window opaque. All you have to go by are your rearview mirrors.

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Amulya Malladi

How strange that venturing away from accepted wisdom was the very path by which she found herself

A five-hour flight works out to three days and nights on land, by rail, from sea to shining sea. You can chalk off the hours on the back of the seat ahead. But seventy-some hours will not seem so long to you if you tell yourself first: This is where I am going to be for the rest of my natural life.

I like radio personalities, and I like to change lanes. And losing yourself on the freeway is like living at the beach--you're not aware of lapsed time, and suddenly you're there, where it was you were going.

It's the natural trajectory of a writing career that a writer becomes better at being herself.

She traveled the world, and turned into the person she could be in other places with people she would never see again.

Being yourself seems like the most effortless thing in the world—duh, who else are you going to be? But it's deceiving, tricky, a summons laden with meandering and failed attempts—and then at last, so wondrously simple.

All great roads are paved with uncomfortable memories.

To come so far, to lose so much and to find nothing. -Jing-mei

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea, then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone.

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.

I felt like a rich vagabond who had passed through the world paving my way with gold fairy dust, then realizing too late that the path disintegrated as soon as I passed over it.