Quotes About Journey

How can I throw my life away in the least unhappy way?

I write to figure out what I am thinking: What does my life mean?

Everything in my life has been leading up to this," he whispered. "Everything that's happened, everything I've done has been worth it because it's brought me here.

Books are only made so that they may point the way to a higher life; but no good results unless the path is trodden with unflinching steps!

Life in this world is an attempt to see God.

If you look back at life, I bet you will regret about 80% of your actions. But life consists of all mistakes.

At different times in my life I met God from a different point of view.

I think N.Y.C. definitely had something to do with my figuring out my life path.

I have no sense of direction at all. Thank the Lord for my TomTom, otherwise I'd spend my whole life lost.

I feel I am blessed that I have found my stride and relaxed into my life's purpose.

Life doesn't happen in chapters - at least, not regular ones.

Life is a trick, and you get one chance to learn it.

I have already lived and enjoyed as much life as any nine other men I have known.

If only people could travel as easily as words. Wouldn't that be something? If only we could be so easily revised.

I could never understand how someone would embark on their life without having first confronted and clarified the truly fundamental questions.

In the progress of politics, as in the common occurrences of life, we are not only apt to forget the ground we have travelled over, but frequently neglect to gather up experiences as we go.

As you walk through life, always walk toward the light, and the shadows of life will fall behind you.

Everyone feels that void. Everyone who has the balls to look inside themselves, anyway. It's what life's all about.. A search.

When I gave my life to the Lord, I thought I'd be a preacher.

A place where your life exists before you live it, and where it goes afterwards.

Life is not a tour of gas stations.

Living is a hazardous profession.

My life is not merely a public phenomenon, it is a solitary adventure as well.

At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage.