"Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home."
— Anna Quindlen (How Reading Changed My Life)

"It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end."
— Ernest Hemingway

"It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end."
— Ursula K. LeGuin

"I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist."
— Billy Joel

"Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey."
— Pat Conroy

"A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you
control it. "
— John Steinbeck (Travels with Charley: In Search of America)

"Follow the yellow brick road"
— Judy Garland

""One of the secrets of life is to find joy in the journey."
"But Grandma, you weren't on *this* journey. It was just crazy--"
Grandma held up her hand. "You have six brothers. You got to spend a whole day in the car with them. You're all healthy, well fed, happy... Someday, when you're a little older, I'll bet you'd give anything to be back in that van of yours with all of your brothers, smelly diapers and all."
I mulled that over.
"Well what about Dad?" I pointed out. "He didn't find any joy in the journey. He was yelling at trees."
Grandma sat back, "Your father and mother are masters at finding joy in the journey."
I didn't understand.
Grandma continued, "Do you really think your parents would have had seven kids if they couldn't find joy in the journey?... I would be willing to wager that he'll be laughing about this trip on Monday morning with his friends at work."
Grandma took my hands into hers. "There are a lot of people in this life that will try to convince you that they're selling something that will bring you joy. The simple fact of the matter is that *things* don't bring you joy. You have to find joy in life experience. And if you take along somebody you love, then that journey is going to be all the more enjoyable.
"I can promise you right now that both good and bad things are going to happen to you in your life. Good and bad things happen to evrybody. Some people are good at finding the miserable things in life, and some are good at finding the joy. No matter what happens to you, what you remember is up to you.""
— Matthew Buckley (Chickens in the Headlights:)

"It was being a runner that mattered, not how fast or how far I could run. The joy was in the act of running and in the journey, not in the destination. We have a better chance of seeing where we are when we stop trying to get somewhere else. We can enjoy every moment of movement, as long as where we are is as good as where we'd like to be. That's not to say that you need to be satisfied forever with where you are today. But you need to honor what you've accomplished, rather than thinking of what's left to be done (p. 159)."
— John Bingham (No Need for Speed: A Beginner's Guide to the Joy of Running)

"We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started."
— Henry Ward Beecher

"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man."
— Heraclitus

"So i learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it."
— Margaret George (The Memoirs of Cleopatra)

"Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean."
— David Searls

"Returning home is the most difficult part of long-distance hiking; You have grown outside the puzzle and your piece no longer fits."
— Cindy Ross

"The journey is what brings us happiness not the destination"
— Peaceful warrior

"The best teachers have showed me that things have to be done bit by bit. Nothing that means anything happens quickly--we only think it does. The motion of drawing back a bow and sending an arrow straight into a target takes only a split second, but it is a skill many years in the making. So it is with a life, anyone's life. I may list things that might be described as my accomplishments in these few pages, but they are only shadows of the larger truth, fragments separated from the whole cycle of becoming. And if I can tell an old-time story now about a man who is walking about, waudjoset ndatlokugan, a forest lodge man, alesakamigwi udlagwedewugan, it is because I spent many years walking about myself, listening to voices that came not just from the people but from animals and trees and stones."
— Joseph Bruchac

"DESTINY (Determined Effort So Tanacious It Negates Yuck)"
— Frank Chase Jr

"Wouldn't take nothing for my journey now."
— Maya Angelou

"Life is like flying to the moon, it is a long hard journey but it is worth it in the end."
— Bailey Rasmussen

"Tiap orang harus berani mengembara, mematangkan diri, memetik tiap pengalaman menjadi guru, yang akan memberi makna hidup lebih dalam, dan boleh pulang kelak, bila ia sudah cukup paham akan apa arti hidup. Dan itu semua hanya akan diperoleh di tempat yang jauh dari kampung halaman, yang tak pernah punya janji masa depan."
— Mohamad Sobary dalam " Sang Musafir "

""Inheritor of a Dying World, we call thee to the Living Beauty. Wanderer in the Wild Darkness, we call thee to the Gentle Light. Long hast thou dwelt in Darkness---Quit the Night and seek the Day.""
— Neophyte Ritual of the Golden Dawn

"Though the road's been rocky, sure been good to me. (Rainbow Country) Bob marley"
— Bob Marley

"“What people forget is a journey to nowhere starts with a single step, too.”"
— Chuck Palahniuk (Survivor)

"Life is a daring adventure, or nothing at all."
— Helen Keller

"The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home."
— Matsuo Basho

"A journey is a fragment of Hell."
— Bruce Chatwin (The Songlines)

"Real journeys may also be true in the mythic sense."
— Betty Levin ("Polar Bears and Lemmings," Origins of Story, eds. Barbara Harrison & Gregory Maguire)

"And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.” "
— Homer

"Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful."
— Annette Funicello

"They laid up in the shade of a rock shelf until past noon, scratching out a place in the gray lava dust to sleep, and they set forth in the afternoon down the valley following the war trail and they were very small and they moved very slowly in the immensity of that landscape.

Come evening they hove toward the rimrock again and Sproule pointed out a dark stain on the face of the barren cliff. It looked like the black from old fires. The kid shielded his eyes. The scalloped canyon walls rippled in the heat like drapery folds."
— Cormac McCarthy (Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West)

"Out of the new arrivals in our lives--the odd word stumbled upon in a difficult text, the handsome black stranger who bursts in one night through the cat door, the telephone call out of a friend's silence of years, the sudden greeting from the girl-child---we constantly make of ourselves our selves."
— Nancy Mairs

"The creative act is a letting down of the net of human imagination into the ocean of chaos on which we are suspended, and the attempt to bring out of it ideas.

It is the night sea journey, the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and you let these nets down - sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and you just row for shore, and put your head under your bed and pray.

At other times what slips through are the minutiae, the minnows of this ichthyological metaphor of idea chasing.
But, sometimes, you can actually bring home something that is food, food for the human community that we can sustain ourselves on and go forward."
— Terence McKenna

""For where thy treasure is, there also will thy heart be." (MATT. VI. 21.)"
— MATT. VI. 21.

"A labyrinth is a symbolic journey . . . but it is a map we can really walk on, blurring the difference between map and world."
— Rebecca Solnit (Wanderlust: A History of Walking)

"What's supposed to happen, at the end of a quest? Cheers and accolades, Josh knew; people throw their hats in the air, and you glow with pride as they lift you to their shoulders. What else? Medals, speeches and a great feast, and then a ballad about your exploits, and finally, as the fireworks go off overhead, a soft, clean, fresh bed."
— Isabel Hoving (The Dream Merchant)

"Every step you take is a step away from where you used to be."
— Brian Chargualaf

"There comes . . . a longing never to travel again except on foot."
— Wendell Berry (Remembering)

"Sluggish and sedentary peoples, such as the Ancient Egyptians-- with their concept of an afterlife journey through the Field of Reeds-- project on to the next world the journeys they failed to make in this one."
— Bruce Chatwin (The Songlines)

"When I was a kid, I thought I had my life figured out. I knew where I was going. I was sure of whom I was and what I was. I was wrong. See, life is a journey of twist and turns that mold who we are; however, it is not the twist and turns which mold us, but rather, how we take and handle the twist and turns thrown at us. It was not until life threw me flat on my face that I truly discovered who I am and what I am. I am a perpetual work-in-progress. And you know what? I am quite all right with that."
— Cristina Marrero

"Two classical and archetypal structures. . . . the stranger comes to town and the journey."
— Sharon Creech ("Leaping Off the Porch," Origins of Story, eds. Barbara Harrison & Gregory Maguire)

"The only journey is the one within."
— Rainer Maria Rilke

"Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I will follow it."
— Hermann Hesse (Siddharta. Eine indische Dichtung.)

"They laid up in the shade of a rock shelf until past noon, scratching out a place in the gray lava dust to sleep, and they set forth in the afternoon down the valley following the war trail and they were very small and they moved very slowly in the immensity of that landscape.

Come evening they hove toward the rimrock again and Sproule pointed out a dark stain on the face of the barren cliff. It looked like the black from old fires. The kid shielded his eyes. The scalloped canyon walls rippled in the heat like drapery folds."
— Cormac McCarthy (Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West)