Quotes About Journey

Simplemente volvieron juntos a casa, con los pies doloridos y el corazón cansado.

If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story.

If there are alleys inside me, there must also be hallways. I

Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place, with more foreign people. Alone.

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do—the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.

A final dirty joke. Another human punch line. As with many of the others, when I began my journey away, there seemed a quick shadow again, a final moment of eclipse—the recognition of another soul gone. You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies. I've seen millions of them. I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember

Era un lunedì e camminavano verso il sole su una corda tesa.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hands to touch.

you could set your watch to those hoofbeats, too, and your life to the hand of Tommy—as he led the mule fondly home, to the months and the girl to come.

Still, I walk on, through a dream that takes me through these pages. I

It was November 3 and the floor of the train held onto his feet

Footsteps crease the grass behind us.

That's the beauty of books. In so many ways, they never really end.

Your] search for meaning in the world... can only really be fulfilled by the greater purpose that has sent [you] here in the first place.

Sunshine and Shadows...That is also the pattern of our lives, ain't so? We have the gut things and the sad, one after another, but all part of who we are

We can't keep people from following their own paths, no matter how much we love them.

In the psychological literature, depression is often seen as a defense against sadness. But I'll take sadness any day. There is no contest. Sadness carries identification. You know where it's been and you know where it's headed. Depression carries no papers. It enters your country unannounced and uninvited. Its origins are unknown, but its destination always dead-ends in you.

Shiro at thirteen

Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving. I'm not the station, I'm not the stop: I'm the train. I'm the train.

Maybe love will be like driving. When people move—when they travel—they look where they've come from, not where they're going.

But before we face experience, that miserable enemy, let us have some more innocence, just for a while.

Time, the human dimension, which makes us everything we are.

Points of a journey do not matter when the journey has no destination, only an end.