Quotes About Journey

When did I stop being me?

We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo.

Life is the greatest show on earth

I stepped forward, as Màiri once had, until my feet were at the water's edge. I took another step, just a little one, so that the soles of my shoes were submerged. I watched the water swirl around them, then looked up at the loch itself, black and rolling, endlessly deep.

It's no good. Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes, I can't find myself anymore. When did I stop being me?

stared at him for a long time. If he wanted to end his search for the beast, he need look no further than a mirror.

It takes a while to get to the end of the hall, but I do—and on my own pins, too. I'm pleased as punch, although once there I realize I still have to find my way back.

Reading's ability to beam you up to a different world is a good part of the reason why people like me do it in the first place---because dollar for dollar, hour per hour, it's the most expedient way to get from our proscribed little here to an imagined, intriguing there. Part time machine, part Concorde, part ejector seat, books are our salvation.

It is now. But a trip like this? You will find something to fill it with. A truth of your own, that you discover on your own.

That's how life feels to me. Everyone is doing it; everyone knows how. To live and be who they are and find a place, find a moment. I'm still waiting.

don't mistake a new place for a new you.

In a way, "failure" is just another word for "the journey," for not being there yet but on the way. It's the road we walk on to get wherever it is we're trying to go.

When do you think you're leaving? I asked. I don't know. Probably soon. Got what I came here for. Even though we didn't go back to your old house? That was only part of it, he said. Not the main thing. A few more big flakes of snow drifted down from the starlit sky. And what was the main thing? This, he said. Right here.

That's brilliant. I thought so. But I'm glad you agree. It will make this journey much more pleasant if you are impressed with my brilliance.

No matter which road you decide to take on your life's journey, just make sure God is an intimate part of it.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.

It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long way, you have to be behind to begin with. IN the end, though maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

Who says there has to be a point? He asked. Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don't regret things. Because at least I didn't spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.

Story of my life.

There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio and conversation, and it was okay to just be alone with your thoughts and the road ahead. If you're that comfortable with someone, you don't have to talk.

I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.