Quotes About Journey

In order to pile weakness upon weakness he was trying to drag others along the path that he himself had walked.

To her, the journey was as important as the destination.

Is this how I will forever live my life, owing explanations and apologies? When did this manner of making my way through the world start?

I love the way that each book -- any book -- is its own journey. You open it, and off you go. You are changed in some way, large or small, by having traveled with those characters.

It was as if I were carrying around all the places I'd ever lived, and nothing I was seeing was just what it was - it was all of the places, all smooshed together. My bubble was fairly bursting by the time I got home, what with all that stuff crammed in there.

Sharon Creech

And why do I have to tell more about the blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road?

Let's get out of here, my mother said.

I took a lot of wrong turns to find out who I really was. You will, too. (Page 19)

The Lancastrian army had been on the march for fully fifteen hours, had managed to cover twenty-four miles in that dash for the Severn. But Edward had done the impossible; in just twelve hours, he'd ridden an astonishing thirty-five miles.

sometimes I can feel it, the way we are pouring slowly toward a curve and around it through something dark and soft, and we are bound to each other.

The movement of the heart as we practice generosity in the outer world mirrors the movement of the heart when we let go of conditioned views about ourselves on our inner journey. Letting go creates a joyful sense of space in our minds

Seeking is endless. It never comes to a state of rest; it never ceases.

Being human can naturally bring many obstacles to our lives. Difficult Gifts is a poignant, touching story of Courtney Burnett's journey through a cancer diagnosis and the spiritual journey that buoyed her through symptoms, diagnosis and treatment. This book can help shape the perspective of all we face, especially now in times of uncertainty!

When we approach the journey acknowledging what we do not know and what we can't control, we maintain our energy for the quest.

Self-love is an unfolding process that gains strength over time, not a goal with a fixed end point.

Whosoever comes to me, through whatsoever form, I reach him; all men are struggling through paths which in the end lead to me.

The Atharva Veda points out that the quest for awareness, the search for answers, the journey towards self-realization, never ceases: How does the wind not cease to blow? How does the mind take no repose? Why do the waters, seeking to reach the truth, Never at any time cease to flow? —Atharva Veda, X.7.3731

as a Hindu I belong to a faith that expresses the ancient genius of my own people. I am proud of the history of my faith in my own land: of the travels of Adi Shankara, who journeyed from the southernmost tip of the country to Kashmir in the north, Gujarat in the west and Odisha in the east, debating spiritual scholars everywhere, preaching his beliefs, establishing his mutths.

Ugliness is halfway to beauty.

Error is a stage on the road to truth.

Tori hurried after him, knowing nothing would be the same again.

We were green; most of us had never left home before (officers as well as men, except the officers carried their greenness better) yet here we were, traveling south up an enemy river past slow creeks and bayous and brooding trees. I thought to myself if this was the country the Rebels wanted to take out of the Union, we ought to say thank you, good riddance

They were Amy and Jeff Carruthers and they rode south out of Bristol, gravel chattering under the upswept fenders. After a while the man said suddenly, "Whats it like?" Amy glanced out at the fields. "Cotton. Everywhere nothing but cotton.