Quotes About Destination

I want to go home and just go for a long walk. And where I want to go, I have no idea

Our Heavenly Father has provided many delightful inns for us along our journey, but he takes great care to see that we do not mistake any of them for home.

I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.

The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.

One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.

You can't ride home on a bowl of goat.

The world's thy ship and not thy home.

I have a home in Orlando. That's kind of my default "getaway" city.

You can only run away from a house. Home is something you run toward.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

One way to find your place is like the rain, a million requests for lodging, one that wins, finds your cheek: you find your home.

The Soul is a stranger trying to find a Home somewhere that is not a where.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

I knew then that I wanted to go home, but I had no home to go to-and that is what adventures are all about.

Movement is a fantastic privilege but it ultimately only has meaning if you have a home to go back to.

Where thou art that is Home.

How much better to pursue a straight course and eventually reach that destination where the things that are pleasant are the things that are honorable finally become, for you, the same.

There is what is called the highway to posts and honor, and there is a cross and by way, which is much the shortest.

As we speed along this endless road to the destination called who we hope to be, I can't help but whine, 'Are we there yet?'.

If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?

Sometimes a journey arises out of hope and instinct, the heady conviction, as your finger travels along the map: Yes, here and here ... and here. These are the nerve-ends of the world.

This one's for you, and I truly hope you hear me, Through all your travels, I'm wishing you a peaceful journey.

Where we hope to land (and where we do land, though only for a fleeting moment, enough for tired wings to catch the wind anew) is a 'there' which we thought of little and knew of even less.

Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.