Category Archives: JOURNEY

Life is a bridge. Cross over it, but build no house on it. Indian.

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He stood on the bridge at midnight,

Disturbing my sweet repose,

For “he” was a great big mosquito,

And “the bridge” was the bridge of my nose.

West Coast Sentinel (Streaky Bay, SA  6 March 1931

When thine enemy retreateth, make him a golden bridge
For a flying enemy make a silver bridge

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The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life. It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are. – Lynn Noel, Voyages: Canada’s Heritage Rivers

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Rivers are magnets for the imagination, for conscious pondering and subconscious dreams, thrills and fears. People stare into the moving water, captivated, as they are when gazing into a fire. What is it that draws and holds us? The rivers’ reflections of our lives and experiences are endless. The water calls up our own ambitions of flowing with ease, of navigating the unknown. Streams represent constant rebirth. The waters flow in, forever new, yet forever the same; they complete a journey from beginning to end, and then they embark on the journey again.
– From Lifelines by Tim Palmer

http://www.rowadventures.com/River-Quotes.html

Let us take a journey where the ether is clean.

© J.A. Geimer. All rights reserved  http://allpoetry.com/poem/3099268–Voyage–by-StarDancerPoet

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“Our voyage had commenced, and at last we were away, gliding through the clean water, past the reeds. Care was lifted from our shoulders, for we were free from advice, pessimism, officialism, heat and hot air.”
– K. Adlard Coles

“If you stop every time a dog barks, your road will never end.” – Saudi Arabian

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“Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.”

Agatha Christie (author, Death on the Nile)

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Behold the wonders of the sky What secrets lie within It watches us along the way As each journey we begin. Kismet

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“It doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third date.
It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit.
It just has to be.”

― David Levithan

Boys do not grow up gradually. They move forward in spurts like the hands of clocks in railway stations. – Cyril Connolly

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The Northern Mail

The Northern Mail is moving fast
With seven hundred souls;
Though many vow this ride’s their last,
The fireman shovels coal.

Who knows the drama buried here
Within this lurching throng?
Who knows what tales of love and fear—
Who knows who’s right—or wrong?

There’s cutters, shearers, spielers, thugs,
Commercials with cigars
With town-men, bushmen, bad men, mugs,
They jostle through the cars.

The Northern Mail goes roaring on,
A comet through the night;
The sun goes down, the bush has gone,
The farm-lamps fly from sight.

And some arrange, with weary hand,
A bundle in the rack;
Only the bush can understand
Their fate—along the track….

And some for health and pleasure go,
And some go riding free,
And some sleep now who do not know
Where their next bed will be.

God knows what’s in those trunks and ports,
Or where they’ve been—and why;
The whistle screams, the head-lamp glows,
The Northern Mail flies by.

There are sleepers restless of the roar,
But few of them recall,
For some can sleep upon the floor;
And some don’t sleep at all.

Some day, perhaps, I’ll put down roots,
Hear no more ‘Tickets please’
And bid farewell to smoke and soot,
Farewell to cramp and fleas.

The Northern Mail comes panting by,
We rattle round the bend;
For some, new roads of life begin,
For others, old ones end.

“The ocean has always been a salve to my soul…the best thing for a cut or abrasion was to go swimming in salt water. Later down the road of life, I made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land. Jimmy Buffett

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The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. - 1866 - 1939), Saturday 10 August 1895,

TO My Soul. (1895, August 10). The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), p. 257. Retrieved January 24, 2014, from http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21634887

Remember that imagination is the faculty of the soul and that when it suggests new pathways to us we are being invited to explore the territory of the soul in ways that will certainly change and re enchant us.

– Caitlin Matthews

 

With a heavy load and a long journey

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In life you can never be too kind or too fair; everyone you meet is carrying a heavy load. When you go through your day expressing kindness and courtesy to all you meet, you leave behind a feeling of warmth and good cheer, and you help alleviate the burdens everyone is struggling with.”

Brian Tracy

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A floodlight, a strobe light a light in the window a search light, a flashlight a lighthouse shining in the darkness. Raymond A. Foss

 

http://www.inspirationalstories.com/poems/a-floodlight-a-strobe-light-raymond-a-foss-poem/

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Give Me Little Sugar With My Beer Sylvie

Give me little sugar with my beer Sylvie
give me little sugar with my beer
it’s a bitter taste but I’ll drink a case
if you give me little sugar with my beer.

Huddie met two girls dancing
they both were fine high browns
they asked him where he came from
he said Chicago town.

Those two girls started jiving him
he was only fourteen years old
daddy won’t you take us way up town
and buy us some beer that’s cold?

Huddie ordered up two glasses
then he ordered up one more
he filled his mouth and swallowed down
then he spat it on the floor.

Oh daddy you from Chicago
but you can’t hold your beer.
Huddie said no I can’t drink it straight
unless you bring me little sugar over here.
Give me little sugar with my beer Sylvie
give me little sugar with my beer
it’s a bitter taste but I’ll drink a case
if you give me little sugar with my beer.

Joe Dolce, Quadrant (July-August 2012)

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2012/10/18/the-seven-lighthouse-moments-of-joe-dolce/

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The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you’ve gotten the fish you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you’ve gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of their meaning. Once you’ve got the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can talk with him?
-Chuang Tzu

 

One day an Eskimo sitting in his kayak got chilly; but when he lit a fire in the craft, it sank, proving that you can’t have your kayak… and heat it too.

http://www.oklahomaroadtrips.com/Paddler-Quotes.htm

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My favourite little journey was white water rafting. Have ya been? If you haven’t been, just take an ice cold shower and hit yourself with a bag. It’s the same thing.

http://www.rodneyohebsion.com/quotes-proverbs.htm

“in the abundance of water, the fool is thirsty.”

http://www.thirdfield.com/new/quotes.html

BOB MARLEY

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“The abundant life begins from within and then moves outward to other individuals. If there is richness and righteousness in us, then we can make a difference in the lives of others, just as key individuals have influenced the lives of each of us for good and made us richer than we otherwise would have been.”

Spencer W. Kimball

A journey may be long or short, but it must start at the very spot one finds oneself.”

– Jim Stovall

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“You enter the forest
at the darkest point,
where there is no path.

Where there is a way or path,
it is someone else’s path.

You are not on your own path.

If you follow someone else’s way,
you are not going to realize
your potential.”

― Joseph Campbell, The Hero’s Journey: Joseph Campbell on His Life & Work

 

The journey is part of the experience – an expression of the seriousness of one’s intent. One doesn’t take the A train to Mecca.”

― Anthony Bourdain, A Cook’s Tour: Global Adventures in Extreme Cuisines

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“We allow ourselves to be blown by the winds because we do know what we want: our hearts know it, even if our thoughts are sometimes slow to follow- but in the end they do catch up with our hearts and then we think we have made a decision”

― Muhammad Asad, The Road to Mecca

Be Bold! Be Strong! Cling to thoughts of victory and deliverance. You are Victorious By Design!”

― Ann Marie Bryan

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“You were born to journey in the direction of your purpose. Anything that halts your progress is contrary to your design.”

― Steve Maraboli

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

~ Nelson Mandela, “Long Walk to Freedom”

http://www.glimpsesofafrica.com/african-quotes–proverbs.html

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“Because if one has an image, however dim and romantic, of a journey’s end, one may, in the end, surely reach it, after no matter how many detours and deceptions and abandonings of hope. And hope could never have been entirely abandoned, even in the worst days.”

― Margaret Drabble, The Needle’s Eye

Like everything else in his life, he crashed forward, caution the first casualty.”

― Neal Shusterman, Full Tilt

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“When you put fear behind the wheel, you’re bound to crash, but when you drive in faith the ride will be rough, but preceding into a journey of your lifetime.”
― Anthony Liccione

The happiest asks directions, even though he knows the way.

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Once you make a journey to a near impossible destination, you get to realize how everything and anything is possible

― Luthfy Es-Haq

The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday.”

― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

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The first step to change,… is accepting your reality right now. Honouring your process. Compassionate self-awareness leads to change; harsh self-criticism only holds the pattern in place, creating a stubborn and defensive Basic Self. Be gentle with yourself as you would with a child. Be gentle but firm. Give yourself the space to grow. But remember that the timing is in god’s hands, not yours.

― Dan Millman, Sacred Journey of the Peaceful Warrior

I sincerely hope your Christmas…may abound in the gaieties which the season generally brings.

― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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“For outlandish creatures like us, on our way to a heart, a brain, and courage, Bethlehem is not the end of our journey but only the beginning – not home but the place through which we must pass if ever we are to reach home at last.”

― Frederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat

The trick, my brethren and sisters is to enjoy the journey, traveling hand in hand, in sunshine and storm, as companions who love one another.

― Gordon B. Hinckley, My Dear Sisters: Inspiration for Women from Gordon B. Hinckley

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“True love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of one’s companion.”

― Gordon B. Hinckley, Stand a Little Taller

Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home.

― C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain

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“The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.”

― Alfred Noyes, The Highwayman