Quotes About Journey

I have come to believe that the best kind of walk, or journey, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

And until death comes, all is life.

Some of us are born sensitive. And if, on top of that, we are pulled about in different directions (both emotionally and physically), we might just end up becoming writers.

The adventure is not in getting somewhere, it's the on-the-way experience. It is not the expected; it's the surprise. Not the fulfilment of prophecy, but the providence of something better than that prophesied.

It isn't time that's passing by, it is you and I. It

The adventure is not in arriving, it's in the on-the-way experience. It is not in the expected; it's in the surprise. You

Keep right on to the end of the road, Keep right on to the end. If your way be long, let your heart be strong, So keep right on round the bend.'   By

I decided that one day I would have to break journey there, spend a day in the town, make inquiries, and find the girl who had stolen my heart with nothing but a look from her dark, impatient eyes.

She did not know it then, that some of the moving force in our life are meant to touch us briefly and go there way.

Five more miles to go! We climb through rain and snow, A river to cross— A mountain to pass— Now we've four more miles to go!   The

As a boy, reading was my religion. It helped me to discover my soul. Later, writing helped me to record its journey.

The god Shiva released the waters of Goddess Ganga from his locks, and she sped towards the plains in the tracks of Prince Bhagirath's chariot.

Now that their journey was almost over, they become more aware of their weariness and their aches, and the town which had been their home seemed suddenly strange and heartless, as though it did not recognize them anymore.

They were not in a hurry to get anywhere. They had everywhere to go and they could take their own time going there, and there was no one to hurry them on.

The world seems crowded with unfinished lives.

there were books and authors to be discovered. A lifetime of reading lay ahead. Old books, new books, classics, thrillers, stories short and tall, travelogues, histories, biographies, comedies, comic strips, poems, memories, fantasies, fables…The adventure would end only when the lights went out for ever.

Winding its way towards the plains. And the land stretched out before me, and the years fell away, And I was a boy again, And the friends of my youth were there beside me, And nothing had changed. 'Remember the Old Road

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. 'Where

Give me a companion of my way, be it only to mention how the shadows lengthen as the sun declines,' wrote Hazlitt. Pratap

And that's what I've been doing all my life—plodding along, singing my song, telling my tales in my own unhurried way. I have lived life at my own gentle pace, and if as a result I have failed to get to the top of the mountain (or of anything else), it doesn't matter, the long walk has brought its own sweet rewards; buttercups and butterflies along the way.   Ruskin Bond Landour, March 2005  

William Henry Davies wrote these lines in 1911, and they ring true even over a century later. It is the truth; we really don't have the time to stand and stare. I always think of this when I don't have the luxury of time and am told to travel by airplanes, usually for book fairs and literature festivals. I wish I could take the train to every destination I travel to. There would be so much more to see, and many more stories to tell. The first

On the open road there are no strangers. You share the same sky, the same mountain, the same sunshine and

rivers could still be crossed, we set out with a number of tamarind, laburnum, and coral tree saplings and

It isn't time that's passing by, my friend. It is you and I.