Quotes About Journey

Driving home, Tommy was aware of a sensation like that of a tire becoming flat, as though he had been filled—all his life—with some sustaining air, and it was gone now; he felt, increasingly as he drove, a sense of fear. He could not understand it.

It was as if marriage had been a long, complicated meal, and now there was this lovely dessert.

The world is full of people running

Sometimes driving is like this, a kind of consolation that's taken your measure and suits you exquisitely.

Durante años vivimos al galope —dijo Frances— y de pronto las dudas nos asaltan, el paisaje se ensombrece, nos sentimos perdidas y solas, y repentinamente tomamos conciencia de que tendremos que seguir avanzando a tientas porque ya no podemos volver sobre nuestros propios pasos.

I tried to stay in the clear parts of the road, avoiding horse dung. Perhaps going barefoot had not been the wisest choice.

We of the Plains believe that our dead travel with us, ride along beside us, unseen and unknown, but knowing and seeing... Until the longest night. On that night, we mourn our dead, who are released to journey to the stars.

Muttering something, Tant raised his hands to the sky as he walked beside me. I wasn't sure if it was a prayer or curse, but I distinctly heard "Why me?

I need complicated railroad journeys and people speaking to me in foreign languages to keep me happy. I want to see the world and write stories about everything I see.

There is no end," I said. "Only the beginning of something else.

Follow them," said Goewin, "and listen." So he did.

Joy of Backpacking,

That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

Martha looked at her son. So this was the beginning of growing up. This was where the road they had been traveling together first parted.

Did you ever think...that a seed can't start reaching up to the sun until something in it has gone down first into the earth?...I'm not sure that a man can go far if he hasn't first learned to bow before something bigger than he is.

It isn't where you came from; it's where you're going that counts.

It isn't where you came frome; it's where you're going that counts.

It isn't where you come from, it's where you're going that counts.

Every time I took a long leave from home, I felt as if I were going to conquer the world. Or rather, take possession of what is my birthright, my inheritance.

Travel can also be the spirit of adventure somewhat tamed, for those who desire to do something they are a bit afraid of.

Certain travellers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.

Shall we ever see the 10 million things of the universe simultaneously in order to be the all? I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.

You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.

We travelled with a bookshelf fixed above the back of our seat. The poor books were shaken madly during all these days, but we rejoiced to be able to lay our hand on the right volume at the right moment. Rubbing against each other were Marco Polo, Pelliot, Evans-Wentz, Vivekananda, Maritain, Jung, a life of Alexander the Great, Grousset, the Zend-Avesta. I picked The Darvishes by John P. Brown and H. A. Rose, and read aloud a passage about Jalal-ud-din Rumi.