Quotes About Journey

All the work you've done up until now has been to lead you to this precise moment, to face precisely what you're facing.

May the fire be your friend and the sea rock you gently, May the moon light your way - till the wind sets you free

We travel because, no matter how comfortable we are at home, there's a part of us that wants--that needs--to see new vistas, take new tours, obtain new traveler's checks, buy new souvenirs, order new entrees, introduce new bacteria into our intestinal tracts, learn new words for "transfusion," and have all the other travel adventures that make us want to french-kiss our doormats when we finally get home.

Now death was a place, a place to which people disappeared forever when they died, a place that gradually sucked away the clarity of memory afterward for a similar one-way journey.

To inquire into the intricacies of a distant landscape, then, is to provoke thoughts about one's own interior landscape, and the familiar landscapes of memory. The land urges us to come around to an understanding of ourselves.

What's it like to go looking for your soul, only to learn you never had one to begin with?

O)ur lives are the sum of our mistakes as well as our triumphs...

You know the expression 'As a crow flies,' don't you? People use it to mean a straight line. And that's very important. Because the way a capital-c Crow flies is a straight line. It may appear jagged to some, but the Crow flies in a straight line to its goal.

I knew little of the world, as the Justice had seen, but I knew that we can lose ourselves in the parts we play and if this continues too long we will not find our way back again.

The search for truth takes you where the evidence leads you, even if, at first, you don't want to go there.

You don't reach Serendib by plotting a course for it. You have to set out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings ... serendipitously.

Writers in this country, particularly novelists, are likely to come to the medium through some back door. Nearly every writer I know was going to be something else, and then found himself writing by a kind of passionate default.

The nightsea journey may be absurd, but here we swim, will-we nill-we, against the flood, onward and upward, toward a shore that may not exist and couldn't be reached if it did.

Upon the roadway of my life, A guide-board I will leave of love, So those who follow in my steps May guided be to hills above.

Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels

The only thing you discover in the unknown is more of yourself.

A path is not something you're on. A path is what you are.

dozing on horseback smoke form the tea-fires drifts to the moon

If I could start over today, I would choose literature again. If the answers exist in the world or in the universe, I still think that's where we're going to find them.

Now we can cross the Shifting Sands.

My past has absolutely no attraction for me, but meanwhile I'm stumbling around in the dark trying to find the doorknob into my future." "The doorknob? Have you even found the damn door yet?" "No," Frank admits. "Then quit looking for the knob! When you find the door, then you can start worrying about how to open it. 'Til then, relax." Mary

most of life occurs in the hollows between expectation and reality.

From the desert I come to theeOn a stallion shod with fire,And the winds are left behindIn the speed of my desire.

[Y]ears of quiet bliss To me, fast-rooted on paternal land, Mated, yet childless. He had journeyed far Beyond the borders of my life...