Quotes About Journey

Home! It showed you its face when you sat quiet within it at that moment when day was passing to night, but it could only reveal its spirit, its eternal meaning, when you stood at a little distance, just turning to leave it or just returning to it, seeing it at that transition moment when a larger world was claiming or releasing you.

Must we go in?" asked Margary. "Yes," said Mary. "We are only given times like these so that we can go back again. Come along." And she parted the trailing branches of the willow and led the way out.

Elizabeth Hand

When you travel your first discovery is that you do not exist.

The phrase that came to her mind was "the long and sudden of I." We go on and on through the long months of our lives until we hit a sudden moment that stuns us.

You're brave to have driven all this way." Gwen considered for a moment whether this made her brave. In truth, she was always afraid, always worried. She shook her head. "Like I said, I've always wanted to come north for as long as I can remember." "Three thousand miles!" "Yes," still unimpressed by herself," but I never went over fifty.

I'm dealing with nothing too. It goes on and on.

Hearts don't burst. They keep on expanding. There's no end to it.

This is the way of long and empty roads: nearly forgotten things surface and singing voices improve.

I raised my wine glass to him and sipped a toast to the future, to what lay ahead.

Will ye come with me?" he whispered. And she answered without hesitation. "Yes, please.

We haven't come a long way, we've come a short way. If we hadn't come a short way, no one would be calling us baby.

All the best stories in the world were of escape.

We all struggle alone through the ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows of our lives.

it seems impossible to me to describe even a short journey, for every step depends on other earlier steps and my whys and wherefores are as infinitesimal as atoms in the scent trails we leave in the air – negligible, not evidence, but there.

Excuse me if I laugh. The roads are dark and large books block our path. The air we breathe is made of evening air. The world is longer than the road that brings us here.

How many people must have sailed out and vanished on the Pacific before you found Easter Island?

this thing of venturing out on the ocean where you don't see land.

On our way over to see the bird

For me, Dracula has always been associated with travel and beautiful historical places.

T. S. Eliot says, "The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

Everyone has a burden to bear, and no one else can carry it for us. It's our very own chimidunchik." "That

We're all bozos on the bus, so we might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. —WAVY GRAVY

In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods Where the straight way was lost. —DANTE ALIGHIERI