Quotes About Journey

I think we are Somehow dealing not with a man but with a geography.

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Learning to decipher words had only added to the pleasures of holding spines and turning pages, measuring the journey to the end with a thumb-riffle, poring over frontispieces. Books! Opening with a crackle of old glue, releasing perfume; closing with a solid thump. He liked them big; he liked them old; he liked them best in many volumes

It's as though," Daily Alice said, "each day is like a step, and every step takes you further away from—well, from when things made more sense. When things were all alive, and made signs to you. And you can no more not take a step farther away than you could not live through a day." "I

She marched up to it anyway, reaching it with surprising suddenness, the corridor was shorter than it seemed, or seemed longer than it was, whichever; and the door at its end was even smaller than the one she'd come in by. If this keeps up, she thought, I'll be crawling next…. On the door, in fresh white paint in an antique style, the number 001 was painted. Laughing

Are you sure," she said, looking within, "that this is where I'm spose to be?" "Oh, it certainly is." "Boy. It's real little in here." "Oh, yes it is. Won't you please step right on in.

Maybe every essay automatically is in some way experimental — less an outline traveling toward a foregone conclusion than an unmapped quest that has sprung from the word 'question'.

Old friend, there are people—young and old—that I like, and people that I do not like. The former are always in short supply. I am turned off by humorless fanaticism, whether it's revolutionary mumbo-jumbo by a young one, or loud lessons from scripture by and old one. We are all comical, touching, slapstick animals, walking on our hind legs, trying to make it a noble journey from womb to tomb, and the people who can't see it all that way bore hell out of me.

We've come into this life fully equipped as a buddha, an awakened being, and we'll go out fully equipped as a buddha, realized or not.

It's not the last day that matters the most. It's the ones in between. The ones you get the chance to look back on. They're the carnation days. They may not stand out the most at first, but they stay with you the longest.

Love is why I came here in the first place.

On the road of experience, join in the living day; if there's an answer, it's just that it is that way.

Education is not preparation for life; education is life itself. Education, therefore, is a process of living and not a preparation for future living.

Forty years spent in wandering in a wilderness like that of the present is not a sad fate--unless one attempts to make himself believe that the wilderness is after all itself the promised land

Holding the mind to a subject is like holding a ship to its course; it implies constant change of place combined with unity of direction.

Education is not preparation for life; it is life itself.

Education is not a preparation for life; education is life itself

Education is not preparation for life; education is life itself.

I joy, that in these straits I see my west;

You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to write, so let's write. We'll chat later. Get out your pen and paper or fire up the computer. Pour yourself a coffee. Unplug the phone. Once you start, you can't stop. Give yourself a half hour. Relax. Don't think too much. You're starting a journey, and you don't know where you're going. But you do know you're going someplace you haven't been before.

It is that sequence of first knowing and then experiencing, that will allow us to treasure God's love.3

We're all running away. Some of us just don't get very far.

I had felt uncomfortable as a woman my whole life.