Quotes About Journey

Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.

Never a ship sails out of the bay But carries my heart as a stowaway.

When death occurs, death as you know it, the universe embraces you and takes you to its heart.

Death is the continuing of life ... the next part of our life. It's like walking through a door, you know? Walking through the door marked "Death": It's the beginning of a new part of our journey.

My belief, through my experiences, is that the world in which we live is but an illusionary world, a world that one day we will leave behind as we travel on toward our destiny and toward reality.

temporary death experience" (or TDE,

I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.

The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.

It's the fragment of your past that explains why you have lived your life the way you have done and made the mistakes that you have made

As the psychologist Carl Jung put it: 'I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become';

Hard roads and wide will run through Raintree County. You will hunt it on the map, and it won't be there.

We had reached the foot of Sable's hill. Howell wrestled his car up the climbing curves. The tires shuddered and screeched like lost souls under punishment.

I retreated up the highway to a drive-in where I ate a torpedo sandwich.

Approach a trip as a chance to collect unique experiences, not passport stamps, postcards and snapshots in front of famous monuments.

Books are a bit like time travel, aren't they? They can pick you up out of your life and put you in someone else's? It's just a shame that at some point you always have to come back.

It's about the feeling you get: the road beneath the soles of your feet, the smell in the air. It makes you feel strong, somehow, invincible.

They can pick you up out of your life and put you in someone else's? It's just a shame that at some point you always have to come back.

He walked on steadily, and the black patches returned, took on strength and depth, became the houses of a small town. Joško wondered why there were no lights on anywhere. It wasn't possible for everyone in the town already to be asleep — sunset hadn't been so long ago. Then again, time was no longer what it had been. Before, it splintered easily into hours and minutes, but now it was a dense vastness around him, contracting and expanding erratically, the heart of a dying giant.

Remember that happiness is a way of travel - not a destination.

What sets a canoeing expedition apart," Pierre Elliott Trudeau wrote in an essay a quarter century before he became Canada's fifteenth prime minister, "is that it purifies you more rapidly and inescapably than any other. Travel a thousand miles by train and you are a brute; pedal five hundred on a bicycle and you remain basically a bourgeois; paddle a hundred in a canoe and you are already a child of nature.

The big Ford van had been travelling non-stop since the last bathroom break and Travis had no idea how long ago that had been. He knew only that they had finally turned off that boring four-lane highway and that, far in the distance over the trees, the high green bridge over the St. Lawrence River was now visible. Beyond lay New York State and the road to Lake Placid. Finally.

The road which leads to correct response in each moment of truth is the first step to everything worthwhile.

Medal of Honor One Man's Journey from Poverty and Prejudice

If the writer wants to create suspense, or build tension, or make the reader wait and wonder, or join a journey of discovery, or hold on for dear life, he can save subject and verb of the main clause until later. As I just did.