Quotes About Journey

I will take you home, his lord had said. Home. He held to that word, as a man holds to a rope in a raging sea.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.

Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: "I'm with you kid. Let's go.

The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul Move still, oh, still, beside me...

Love doesn't make the world go round, Love is what makes the ride worthwhile!

Most happily the cold spared us during our six days' journey, which was very pleasant. I like travelling by vetturino. The fatigue is small, and if you take a supply of books with you the time does not hang fire. We had some old Balzacs, which came new (he is one of our gods — heathen, you will say)

We think of forgiveness as a thing. An incident. A choice. But forgiveness is a process. A long, exhausting process. A series of choices that we have to make over, and over, and over again.

The path to knowledge follows many strange turnings.

We cannot choose where we come from, but we can choose where we are going, and we can choose the routes we're willing to take to try to get there.

In that expression, Dust glimpsed the woman she had not been, the woman whose body she now inhabited.

Space is big, and even at ludicrous rates of speed, crossing chunks of it takes a long time.

The Elf-knight stepped forward and Will went with him.

A faint shudder ran through the ship when we dropped out of white space into reality.

There was no grand design behind any of it: just a series of fumbling attempts to do something.

The Jacob's Ladder had brought Perceval and her people all this way, through the claws of the cold and cunning Enemy, even though she had been designed by the treacherous Builders to fail and kill them.

I was so caught up in thinking about what might happen when I got to Heaven that I forgot to die on the way down at all.

The road is the song. The song is the road.

His pilots. And no, frankly, just his pathway to other worlds, but personal friends, all three of them.

Kit woke curled tight in layers of his cloak, the French seams he'd stitched flat still prickling his skin, a name on his lips, Mehiel.

You're on a ride-along in a jumbo flying squid. Dosideieus gigas. I thought it would be nicer than waking up in a hospital bed, given how much time you've spent in those.

I don't suppose you know where in Hell we're going?" "Not Hell," Puck said. "Well, perhaps Hell, but I think it unlikely.

The cold could kill me, but it's no worse than the memories. Endurable as long as I keep moving.

In the course of a long unlife, borders might cross as often as one crossed borders.

I hauled my heart out of my pants with both hands and followed it through the breached hull, and into the night.