Quotes About Journey

Me and Ethan, dancing in the dark at the end of the world.

La música [...] fue una vía de escape. Todo lo demás estaba cambiando o llegaba a su fin, pero la música era un recurso vasto, infinito.

If life is a journey, wouldn't you rather be the person behind the wheel than the one just being carried along?

it's a lot easier to be lost than found.

Destinations are overrated, as long as your moving, your going somewhere

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what really everything was all about. It was 20 minutes, 100 years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and it was this: it was happening. Right then as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards.

I still felt unformed, like a cake half baked with edges crisp, but still mushy in the middle.

The truth about forever is that it is happening right now.

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.

perfect was just over the next hill, close enough to make out the landscape. And it wasn't a place he would just visit. He was going to live there.

Everyone's life shapes them in their own unique way.

But I was sure of something, too: it's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching, and rarely discovered—so many locks, not enough keys.

Embrace the messy and when things do come together just right, you'll always be pleasantly surprised.

There was only what stretched out ahead, years full of new summers and promise, with all the time in the world left to start again.

You never knew what lay ahead; the future was one thing that could never be broken, because it had not yet had the chance to be anything. One minute you're walking through a dark woods, alone, and then the landscape shifts, and you see it. Something wondrous and unexpected, almost magical, that you never would have found had you not kept going. Like a new friend who feels like an old one, or a memory you'll never forget.

I'd spent so many months feeling like I was underwater, half in dreamland with those mermaids, hearing all the voices from up above. And since I'd been at Evergreen I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top. I wasn't there yet, but now I could see the surface, rippling just beyond my fingers.

Good be- gets bad, something lost leads to found...

One minute you're walking through a dark woods, alone, and then the landscape shifts, and you see it. Something wondrous and unexpected, almost magical, that you never would have found had you not kept going. Like a new friend who feels like an old one, or a memory you'll never forget. Maybe even a carousel.

Death was, after all, a temporary staging post in a longer journey

Our model ships look perfect in their bottles, but we do not know if they are seaworthy. Sometimes the one that reaches your harbor has already been through the storm.

I love hands like I love people. They are the maps and compasses with which we navigate our way through life, feeling our way over mountains passed and valleys crossed; they are our histories.

We build model ships in bottles, whispering life into the toothpicks and wire; we make plans and blueprints for the one we hope is coming. And come they do. Fleets of vessels. Battleships and barges. They arrive on the horizon, flags to the sky.

Time, Caroline decided, could be trusted to measure the distance between meals, and nothing else. But a mile was always a mile, no matter how long it took to traverse. Days spent on the road were best measured in miles.

See you guys later. I'm going to drop Huntsman off at the