Quotes About Journey

Life is a series of collisions, for fucksake. It's not a narrative experience.

If a train doesn't stop at your station, then it's not your train.

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we have learned here. The spiritual journey is the relinquishment—or unlearning—of fear and the acceptance of love back into our hearts. Love is the essential existential fact. It is our ultimate reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life.

Love is a hero's journey, and the hero's journey is a noble but difficult path.

if the train doesn't stop at your station, it's not your train.

People are not perfect—that is, they do not yet express externally their internal perfection.

It's all right if this part of your journey is not pleasant. Part of your repatterning is learning to be with unpleasantness in a healthy way. The mature and sober person knows that on some days things simply feel rotten, and that is okay. You are learning to move through distress by simply being with it, without the need to overeat or to act out in any other way.

The goal of spiritual practice is full recovery, and the only thing you need to recover from is a fractured sense of self. If you don't already believe it yourself, another person cannot convince you you're okay.

The  thought system which dominates our culture is laced with selfish values, and relinquishing those values is a lot easier said than done. The journey to a pure heart can be highly disorienting.  For years, we may have worked for power, money or prestige.  Now all of a sudden we've learned that these are just the values of a dying world.

El camino espiritual es, pues, simplemente el viaje de vivir cada cual su vida.

You are about to embark upon a specific journey, and as with everything else in your life, you have two choices: you can play it shallow or you can play it deep.

How could everybody think that this stupid game of "making it in the world"—which I was actually embarrassed I didn't know how to play—could be all there is to our being here?

Freud definió la neurosis como el hecho de alejarse del Yo, y eso es. El verdadero Yo es el amor dentro de nosotros. Es el «hijo de Dios». El yo temeroso es un impostor. La vuelta al amor es el gran drama cósmico, el viaje personal desde lo ilusorio hasta el Yo, del dolor a la paz interior.

Wherever you've been, and whatever you've done so far, your entire life was building up to this moment. Now is the time to burst forth into your greatness—a greatness you could never have achieved without going through exactly the things you've gone through.

Una vez que estamos absolutamente convencidos de que no hay respuestas definitivas por fuera de uno mismo, comenzamos a buscarlas donde realmente se encuentran: en nuestro interior.

I can see that the spiritual path has been the calling of my soul for a very long time, and I am ready to devote the rest of my life to walking it as best I can.

He was so intent on running away from the specter of his parents' life that he had never stopped to properly consider what he should have been running toward. Teddy

Some might have said that he was color-struck, but color had nothing to do with it, it was all about where he had come from and where he wanted to go—it had been all about the climb.

Where you're going is no better than where you are

I traveled into the future to get back in time.

She conceived of life as a road down which one traveled, an easy enough road through a broad country, and that one's destination was there from the very beginning, a measured distance away, standing in the ordinary light like some plain house where one went in and was greeted by respectable people and was shown to a room where everything one had ever lost or put aside was gathered together, waiting.

That is how life goes- we send our children into the wilderness. Some of them on the day they are born, it seems, for all the help we can give them. Some of them seem to be a kind of wilderness unto themselves. But there must be angels there, too, and springs of water. Even that wilderness, the very habitation of jackals, is the Lord's.

We are part of a mystery, a splendid mystery within which we must attempt to orient ourselves if we are to have a sense of our own nature.

And there I was, trudging through the same old nowhere, day after day, always wanting to slow down, to sit down, to lie down, with my father walking on ahead, no doubt a little desperate, as he had every right to be.