The Journey Quotes

“For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. There is a generation of people who idealize perfection as the existence of only one of these wings every time. But I see that a bird with one wing is imperfect. An angel with one wing is imperfect. A butterfly with one wing is dead. So this generation of people strive to always cut off the other wing in the hopes of embodying their ideal of perfection, and in doing so, have created a crippled race.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“If you’ve been there, done that, gotten the t-shirt, isn’t it time to move on to a new destination? Don’t waste a lot of time stressing the “could have’s” – because if it should have, it would have!”
― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman–Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass: Embracing Singleness with Confidence

“I loved Enso Roshi’s teachings. I loved learning about life. I loved life. It was a good thing to feel. I loved life, and I loved learning, and I was still learning. I was not, yet, done. At the end of our journeys, there would be an end to the journey. Maybe. If I was lucky. If providence shone down upon me gently. I would find love. I would find acceptance. Complete love. Complete acceptance. I would know, that the self, is an illusion. I would come to enlightenment, but that would also mean, there would be no ‘I’ there. I would realize that the ‘I’ was an illusion, all along, just like some great dream. This is what the wise sages say, the great teachings, the mystical teachings, not only from the East, but also from the West. The Gospel of Saint Thomas. Thomas Merton. Thomas, like I was Thomas, and also doubting, the main reasons I’d chosen the name. If nothing else, it was lovable, just as it is. My life. Even the parts I didn’t love, could I love them? The struggles. It was all part of the journey, and would I not look back fondly on this, at some time? Look at how arduous and sincere I’d been. Look at how worried I’d been. Look at how insecure I’d been. Look at how I’d struggled. Trying to find my way. Would I not look back upon myself, affectionately and fondly and with love?”
― T. Scott McLeod, All That Is Unspoken

“Goddess knows, what it is in the depths of our souls. As a river shall flow, our directions unfold. Goddess knows, the birth as the death opens our souls to divinity within our sacred whole.”
― Ulonda Faye, Sutras of the Heart: Spiritual Poetry to Nourish the Soul

“I bareley knew how to say "my name is," "please" and "thank you," or "I don't speak english," never mind understanding a Newfoundlander talking to me!”
― M. D. Sergei Ivantchev, The Journey: The Dream of a 6th Grader

“There’s a dream I keep having,“ Sheridan whispered into the telephone. “The dream has always been the same—until tonight.”

“And what happened tonight?” asked Lil’ John.

Sheridan hesitated, his words stumbling out in tentative phrases: “The man in my dream . . . he spoke to me for the first time . . . he told me of a sacred gift that had been lost . . . a gift that could save the world.”

“Your dream,” John urged gently. “Is the gods conspiring to give you freedom, just like the elders sang that night in the Sundance ceremony:”
When worlds collide
There sounds a tolling
A call to rise
And seize the moment
The gods conspire
To give us freedom
When worlds collide
The journey has begun
Sheridan pulled at the collar of his t-shirt, Lil’ John’s words suffocating him. Pushing back from the precipice of dread, Sheridan strained to speak, his husky words weak and staggering: “What are you saying?”

“Your search for the sacred gift has already begun . . .”
― Phillip White

“Each night, I knelt on a marble slab
and scrubbed at the blood.
I scrubbed for years and still it was there.
But tonight the bones in my feet
begin to burn. I stand up
and start walking, and the slab
appears under my feet with each step,
a white road only as long as your body.”
― Gregory Orr

“The Christian life is a school of love and nobody graduates from it before the end of his life.”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Silence took over for a full hour. They drove on. He didn't care anymore. They saw the sign for the next service station twenty minutes after they joined the M5 southbound. He didn't know what they were doing, where they were going."

From 'The Journey' (Banfield Tales)”
― Michael Braccia, Banfield Tales

“In order to flourish in gardens of existence,
We must live our life with love and persistence."
~James Lagoski~”
― James Lagoski, The Journey Reflections of a Time Before

“Love Trumps Everything else.”
― Reuben Berger

“I guess I believe in the torch. I like figuring out how to get around…”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“The road has not been easy, but you are still here. Still learning, but wiser; scarred, but healing; seeking the perfection and the beauty that is already yours.”
― Bethanee Epifani J. Bryant

“The path was the goal, and it felt glorious!”
― Elke Heinrich