A person's work is nothing but the long journey to recover, through the detours of art, the two or three simple and great images which first gained access to his heart.
Prayer stamps with its indelible mark our actions and demeanor. A tranquility of bearing, a facial and bodily repose are observed in those whose inner lives are thus enriched. Within the depths of consciousness a flame kindles. And man sees himself. He discovers his selfishness, his silly pride, his fear, his greeds, his blunder. He develops a sense of moral obligation, intellectual humility. Thus begins a journey of the soul toward the realm of grace.
Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome.
Religion is a journey, not a destination.
Success is a journey, not a destination.
We are a journey that has forgotten its destination.
You learn from the journey and trying to get where you want to go. Actually arriving is not what it's all about.
The discourse of a fool is like a burden on a journey.
Evils in the journey of life are like the hills which alarm travelers upon their road; they both appear great at a distance, but when we approach them we find that they are far less insurmountable than we had conceived.
The longest journey is the journey inward.
The longest journey is the journey inwards. Of him who has chosen his destiny, who has started upon his quest for the source of his being (Is there a source?). He is still with you, but without relation, isolated in your feeling like one condemned to death or one whom imminent farewell prematurely dedicates to the loneliness which is the final lot of all. Between you and him is distance, uncertainty - care.
The longest journey is the journey inwards of him who has chosen his destiny.
He who is outside his door already has the hard part of his journey behind him.
We are at our very best, and we are happiest, when we are fully engaged in work we enjoy on the journey toward the goal we’ve established for ourselves. It gives meaning to our time and comfort to our sleep. It makes everything else in life so wonderful, so worthwhile.
I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.
What is life, but a form of motion and a journey through a foreign world.
Let me but live from year to year, with forward face and unreluctant soul; not hurrying to, nor turning from, the goal; not mourning for the things that disappear in the dim past, nor holding back in fear from what the future veils; but with a whole and happy heart, that pays its toll to Youth and Age, and travels with cheer. So let the way wind up the hill or down o’er rough and smooth, the journey will be joy: still seeking what I sought when but a boy, new friendship, high adventure, and a crown, my heart will keep the courage of the quest, and hope the road’s last turn will be the best.
Forgiveness is one of the least understood of all spiritual practices. It has nothing to do with condoning poor behavior in ourselves and others. Rather, it calls us to responsibility. In forgiving ourselves, we make the journey from guilt for what we have done (or not done) to celebration of what we become.
You cannot imitate somebody else’s journey and still be true to yourself. Are you prepared to honor your uniqueness?
When you’re on a journey, and the end keeps getting further and further away, then you realize that the real end is the journey.