Quotes About Journey

I felt stuck in the bottom of a wishing well. I was desperate to shout what I wanted, but I didn't know what that was. I knew only what it wasn't. The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan

All of us are like stairs, one step after another, going up and down, but all going the same way.

i'm not saying fate happens without blame. but when fate turns out well, everyone should forget the bad road that got us here.

I love my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.

If I stopped running and stood still, I would be accepting that what I had was all I would ever have. And then I would no longer be lost, because there would nowhere else to go

Maybe it is because she was born to me and she was born a girl. And I was born to my mother and I was born a girl. All of us are like stairs, one step after another, going up and down, but all going the same way.

Some of us are like stairs, one step after another, going up and down, but all going the same way.

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we'll never see each other again. Leaving others on the side of the road, hoping that we will.

when fate turns out well, everyone should forget the bad road that got us here.

And now at the airport, after shaking hands with everybody, waving good-bye, I think about all the different ways we leave people in this world. Cheerily waving good-bye to some at airports, knowing we'll never see each other again. Leaving others on the side of the road, hoping that we will.

I remember the day when I finally knew a genuine thought and could follow where it went.

The moving cliff gave us the feeling we had to look behind us to know what lay ahead.

I loved my shadow, this dark side of me that had my same restless nature.

Where did he go when he left us? I spied the new journal he had started using just last week and held it against my chest. This was who he was. But it also was not. It was sad and beautiful knowledge that a person cannot be found elsewhere but in his own spirit. No one could possess it.

Nadie, ni yo ni nadie, puede andar este camino por ti. Habrás de recorrerlo tú solo. No está lejos; lo tienes a tu alcance. Tal vez estás en él desde que naciste, sin saberlo. Tal vez está en todas partes: en el mar y en la tierra.

Death was not necessarily a portal to the blank bliss of absolute nothingness. It was a deep dive into the unknown.

Mile after mile, all of it familiar, yet not, this distance that separates us, me from my mother.

Probably jet lag.

We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison, was the miracle.

The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

You live out the confusions until they become clear.

I can't let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.