Quotes About Journey

Angela Elwell Hunt

I don't know if I'd call either of them restless. Maybe hyperactive about some things. Anyway, I think as long as your soul is still attached to your body, it's impossible for it to be restless. I think you go where your spirit takes you.

People say that you're going the wrong way when it's simply a way of your own.

I'm with a man who's evolved enough to look at my body and see it as more beautiful because of the journey it has taken.

She closes her eyes and lets the piano take her somewhere she's never been.

Everything that happened in the past It was all necessary to bring us to where we are.

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn't see it anymore.

I want to go where you're going. I'm not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You said that souls cohere. I want to stay with you.

She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.

The path of your life can change in an instant.

You Could Only See As Far As Your Headlights, But You Can Make Your Whole Trip That Way :)

It's by living that you live more.

We will go. Nowhere we know. We don't have to talk at all.

he occupied an alternate universe that intersected nowhere with hers. He no longer represented someday, a possibility. He represented a road not taken, a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn't see where it went anymore.

You have to be like a turtle, she thought; you have to figure out how to bring your home along with you.

In a flash of wonderment she saw firm, continuous ground under her feet, stretching from back then to right now and on and on as far as her eyes could take her.

I confess I've relived it so many times, I hardly remember it anymore. My feelings are strong enough to refract and distort the truth of that journey. But then... my feelings are the truth of that journey

Tú seguirás tu camino, sé que lo harás. Y yo me pasaré toda la vida sin tenerte.

I Pantaloni ci promettevano che c'era tempo. Niente sarebbe andato perduto. Avevamo un anno intero, se ce ne fosse stato bisogno. Avevamo tutta la strada fino all'estate successiva: allora avremmo tirato fuori i Pantaloni e, insieme o separate, avremmo ricominciato da capo

Sometimes I see it as a tricky mountain pass beween two valleys. Other times, it's like perilous straits connecting two lands. Partly it's the fear of the trip itself, I think, but partly it's the fear that won't be able to get back. I'll turn around and the cloud will have settled over the mountaintop. Or the waters will have risen and shifted, and there will be no way home.

It seems to me like a failure of language that experience fits into a regular sentence made up of ordinary words. It fits into one word. Experience.

but my soul was hardly situated before I moved along.

What a history they had together, not together.