Quotes About Journey

Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.

path's should be laid where people walk, instead of walking where paths are laid-

you don't reach Serendib by plotting a course for it. You have to set out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings … serendipitously." ---The Last Voyage of Somebody the Sailor

Drawing is a form of probing. And the first generic impulse to draw derives from the human need to search, to plot points, to place things and to place oneself.

Who does not know what it is like to go with a friend to a railway station and then to watch the train take them away? As you walk along the platform back into the city, the person who has just gone is often more there, more totally there, than when you embraced them before they climbed into the train. When we embrace to say goodbye, maybe we do it for this reason—to take into our arms what we want to keep when they've gone.

In it's travels, it's meaning is diversified.

Christianity is not a sprint but an endurance run. Therefore it is not how we start the race that counts, but how we complete it. How we finish is determined by the choices we make, and those are often formed by patterns we develop along the way.

Like most adventures, it was best experienced in the telling, rather than the execution.

As we are preparing to land the captain asks that you return your tray tables to the upright position, unfasten your seat belts, and jump out of the helicopter. We'd like to thank you for flying with the U.S. Navy, and hope you will choose to travel with us again in the future." "The far fucking future," added Harford. "Amen," said Ivanov. As

Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.

Hell, in my opinion, is never finding your true self and never living your own life or knowing who you are.

We have arrived where we are because of all that lies behind us. Finally, effective worship asks us to stretch forward. It has a dimension of aspiration.

I am one whose name is Valiant-for-truth. I am a pilgrim, and am going to the Celestial City.

Who would true valor see,Let him come hither;One here will constant be,Come wind, come weather.There's no discouragementShall make him once relentHis first avow'd intentTo be a pilgrim.

The name of the slough was Despond.

So he passed over, and all the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.

A great horror and darkness fell upon Christian.

As I walked through the wilderness of this world.

They came to the Delectable Mountains.

I saw a man clothed with rags… a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.

My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it.

This hill though high I covent ascend; The difficulty will not me offend; For I perceive the way of life lies here. Come, pluck up, heart; let's neither faint nor fear.

This hill, though high, I covet to ascend; The difficulty will not me offend. For I perceive the way to life lies here. Come, pluck up, heart; let's neither faint nor fear. Better, though difficult, the right way to go, Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe.

He who runs from God in the morning will scarcely find Him the rest of the day.