Quotes about Journey

If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles

Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Lo, the unbounded sea,   On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even       her moonsails.   The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately—       below emulous waves press forward,   They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam.         I

In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador

Here I sit gossiping in the early candle-light of old age—and my book—casting backward glances over our travel'd road.

AS THE TIME DRAWS NIGH As the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud, A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me. I shall go forth, I shall traverse The States awhile—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my voice will suddenly cease. O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this? Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?… And yet it is enough, O soul! O soul! we have positively appear'd—that is enough.

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

There comes . . . a longing never to travel again except on foot.

But faith is not necessarily, or not soon, a resting place. Faith puts you out on a wide river in a boat, in the fog, in the dark. Even a man of faith knows that (as Burley Coulter used to say) we've all got to go through enough to kill us.

I don't think I had even begun to have an idea where I was going, but wherever it was, that was where I wanted to go.

I am an ignorant pilgrim, crossing a dark valley. And yet for a long time, looking back, I have been unable to shake off the feeling that I have been led—make of that what you will.

The river, the river itself, leaves marks but bears none. It is only water flowing in a path that other water has worn.