Quotes About Journey

Look where you want to go.

They also live Who swerve and vanish in the river.

Or maybe it was too late, and I had already chosen, inadvertently and incrementally, to be something else.

I cried only once during the twenty-one-hour flight. I was looking out the window at the moon and thinking of the last long trip I took across the sky, and of the person who went with me and didn't come back. For a while, it was as poisonous and wrenching as it had been since the day it happened, as intolerable: a crime against nature. Then the grief went back to sleep in my body. And it was again nature herself. Nature. Mother Nature. She is free to do whatever she chooses.

Grief is another world. Like the carnal world, it is one where reason doesn't work.

The counselor says that we are at the beginning of a long, uphill journey. She says, Relapse is a part of recovery. I think, You have got to be fucking kidding me. I say, Do I look like someone who's ready for a long, uphill journey? Lucy snickers for a second, and I love her. I lover her much more than I want to. But I am worn down and out. The thought of another trip crushes me. I tell Lucy, You are my family. But I'm not coming with you.

GRIEF IS A WORLD you walk through skinned, unshelled.

Jesus," said my father, when I called to tell him I'd been hired to write for The New Yorker. "Well, nowhere to go but down.

It's just a place, not another state of being.

That which is in locomotion must arrive at the half-way stage before it arrives at the goal.

Adventure is worthwhile.

Sooner or later, though, no matter where in the world we live, we must join the diaspora, venturing beyond our biological family to find our logical one, the one that actually makes sense for us. We have to, if we are to live without squandering our lives.

There is no fifth destination.

He should have made a checklist for every step of this transformational journey to radical self-expression.

footnotes to a feeling

SAGEBRUSH AND AVOCADO TREES SHIMMERED IN THE afternoon heat as the huge gold limousine sped north through the hills of Escondido.

C'était le grand point fort de l'amour : quelqu'un qui vous attend et vous déclare que le chemin sera moins pénible, à partir de maintenant. Même si ce n'est peut-être pas vrai.

It makes more sense if you've lived it." A

Life's not a one-shot special. It's a friggin' on-going series. Live it!

Did you say Ends of the Earth?!! I don't think I've enough gas for that!!

The quest may be about enkantos -- but in truth. It is a quest of the heart! A quest to know and meet the eternal.

A good novel rushes you forward like a skiff down a stream, and you arrive at the end, perhaps breathless, but unexhausted.

There grows in the North Country a certain kind of youth of whom it may be said that he is born to be a Londoner.

The path to Mecca is extremely hard and stony, and the worst of it is that you never quite get there after all!