Quotes About Journey

The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep!

You go from village to village on your horse asking everyone, "Has anyone seen my horse?"

In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I'll be completely sober.

Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings.... Leave and don't look away from the sun as you go, in whose light you're sometimes crescent, sometimes full.

You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!

I know you're tired but come, this is the way.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside!

Into my heart's night Along a narrow way I groped; and lo! the light, An infinite land of day.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's not for human beings. Move within, but don't move the way fear makes you move.

Come, whoever you are! Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. This is not a caravan of despair. It doesn't matter if you've broken your vow a thousand times, still and yet again come!

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

My soul is from Elsewhere. I am sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

He'd learned something. Life was booby-trapped and there was no easy passage through. You had to jump from colour to colour, from happiness to happiness. And all those possible explosions in between. It could be all over any time.

Her smiles were blurred, as if seen from a moving train. Her eyes always creased at the edges by dreams of leaving.

It was six hours to Hosannah Beach and he didn't glance at the silver coin that Dad had given him, not even once. All the way he clutched it tight in the palm of his hand and fel the bevelled edge bite into his skin. [...] Waiting in the car while Yvonne unlocked the house, he brought his hand up to his face and opened it. His sweat had the bitter smell of hot metal, hot and bitter, this was what leaving home would always smell like.

The point of the journey is not to arrive.

The best kind of walk, and this applies to the plains as well as to the hills, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

Until death comes, all is life.