Quotes About Journey

The quarry lies ahead, the pack lies behind; the grass and gravel and tramped earth lie steady beneath his feet.

My flight led me through twisting companion-ways and chambers vast and tiny and in between, whose purpose was indeterminate because I did not stop to investigate.

Feeling like you're the protagonist of your own story doesn't guarantee you're going to make it to the final act of anybody else's.

Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.

Should we have stayed at home,wherever that may be?

all my life i have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper just running down the edges of different countries and continents, looking for something.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

There are still places I cannot walk past, though we only walked here those two days. When I walk I look for places we did not go.

One does not go into the world and come home the same: isolation has altered its nature when one returns.

Something kept them together, frustration possibly. Like they were two parts of a troubling equation that neither could find the answer to. It was out there somewhere, in infinity, she often thought. Maybe they'd never find it.

Earth is indeed a crossroads in our galaxy.

Being lost is the way, how else can you be found?

I've outgrown my childhood name, and I haven't found a new one yet." "Ah," she cried. "Then it will be my pleasure to name you for myself. I can tell you are a colleen after my own heart, more like to me than my own daughter Findbhair. So I bestow on you the brave name of Maeve until such a time as another name shall claim you.

Sometimes the paths that lead back to places get blocked.

Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation.

God will help you make the choices that guide you into His path for each stage and age of your life.

All the way up the river she's been holding back somehow, waiting. Now you'll both have to wait. I'm not going to disappoint her, Kit. When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps.

Mine is just a simple old human story - of one person trying, with great rigor and discipline, to comprehend her personal relationship with divinity.

I don't think you can come into your wisdom until you have made mistakes on your own skin and felt them in reality of your own life.

When you're lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you've just wandered off the path, that you'll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it's time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don't even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.

The years stretched before her, a long and dusty way, yet if she could walk humbly along it she might find that life, unfolding slowly, keeps its best secrets till the end.

I think God creates what one might call spiritual families, people who may or may not be physically related to each other, but who will travel together the whole of the way. And it's a long way.

And the written words were footsteps, feet running hard to another person.

Life was full of these intuitions that one must get smaller, go further in. The golden box was so deeply within that it was hard to find, yet it contained an entire country and was, she supposed, the only luggage one could take with one if there was anywhere to go beyond death.