Quotes about Journey

I'm back in these regions of fumbling dark uncertain creation, but it's my one and only world, and I'll do the best I can.

I'd rather walk than ride the airplane, I can fall on the ground flat on my face and die that way.

I woke up from a deep sleep to find everybody sleeping like lambs and the car parked God knows where, because I couldn't see out the steamy windows. I got out of the car. We were in the mountains: there was a heaven of sunrise, cool purple airs, red mountainsides, emerald pastures in valleys, dew, and transmuting clouds of gold; on the ground gopher holes, cactus, mesquite. It was time for me to drive on.

Hopalong Cassidy conducting his great white horse across the traffic;

And so we picked up our bags, he the trunk with his one good arm and I the rest, and staggered up to the cable-car stop; in a moment rolled down the hill with our legs dangling to the sidewalk from the jiggling shelf, two broken-down heroes of the Western night.

With the coming of Dean Moriarity began the part of my life you could call my life on the road.

The whole purpose of mountain-climbing to me isn't just to show off you can get to the top, it's getting out to this wild country.

I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.

Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life. I stumbled haggardly out of the station; I had no more control.

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars...

On rails we leaned and looked at the great brown father of waters rolling down from mid-America like the torrent of broken souls

I liked this one One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. --Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums