Quotes About Journey

And like my dad always said, the first step is always the hardest.

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done." "It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

A life isn't just the pages you know, it's everything.

I looked down again at the sign in my hand - ENJOY THE RIDE! - and it seemed, suddenly, to be just that. A sign.

No matter where you are, home or the strangest of places, everyone wants to look like they know where they're going.

Meanwhile, Morris settled into his seat with his signature slouch, neither knowing nor caring where I was taking him. Like destinations, in general, were vastly overrated. And maybe they were. As long as you were moving, you were always going somewhere.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

Later up in my room, I kept thinking about this, the idea of distance and accomplishment. 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.

It was just the lightest dusting, and another person might have mistaken it for something else. But I knew where I came from. No matter where I was, or what got me there, I would always feel at home when I touched sand.

Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy...

So I just decided to relax into it, bumpy and crazy as it might be, and try for once to just go along for the ride.

Growing up means :propelling yourself forward into whatever lies ahead, one turn of the wheel at a time.

Life didn't begin cleanly, and it surely never ended that way. We were blessed with whatever we had in the middle. It made sense that it be messy, too.

There were so many places in my time with Rogerson that I wished I could go back to, hitting the stop button at just one moment to stop everything that came after. I had so many If Onlys, but each place I thought to stop meant missing something that came later. I needed it all, in the end, to make my own story find its finish.

As long as you were moving, you were always going somewhere.

During the long stretches of quiet two-lane highway, with the sun setting in the distance, it was somehow easier to say things aloud, and regardless of what was said, we just kept moving toward that horizon.

I'd been caught up in some wild cyclone, like Dorothy throw into Oz, with not a good witch in sight to save me.

There are just moments when you look up from any one place and realize, suddenly, you have no idea how you got there.

I tried to see it as bringing things full circle. I'd left and, in doing so, fractured myself. By returning, I'd be able to be whole again.

And now she was found, no longer lost. Like a bag I'd given up for good suddenly reappearing in the middle of the night on my doorstep, packed for a journey I'd long ago forgotten. It was odd, considering I'd gotten accustomed to her being nowhere and anywhere, to finally know where my mother was. An exact location, pinpointed. Like she'd crossed over from my imagination, where I'd created a million different lives for her, back into this one.

So I pulled back from everything and everyone I'd known....I realized I'd been changing even before we started moving,that my reinvention began when I was still in the most familiar of places. Once the setting was totally new,though, I finally could be,as well.

This life was fleeting, and I was still searching for the way I wanted to spend it that would make me happy, full, okay again. I didn't know what it was, not yet. But something told me I wouldn't find it here.

She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived.

Sometimes even the shortest distance can be impossible to navigate, whether you went road or shore or some other route.