Life A Journey Not A Destination Quote Novels & Stories

I understand you are very unsure, and it's perfectly fine to be. I want to start the journey of my life from the very bottom with you. I want to reach the pinnacle of this journey only with you. I want to eventuate a haphazard journey and travel through the length of the roads and flow of the rivers, take a road as it comes by without any pronounced destination. Only with you.

Now, we were out of the past, journeying to the present. ************************************************** ************************************************** Hi, there! How is the journey fairing? Hope you love it so far? Xoxo, Qietah💗

They both lazily drop their body on the green grassy field and let the air hugs their body while looking at the blue sky. "Have you ever thought if we didn't break up, do you think we will be happy like we are now?" he asked out of nowhere, Glenda automatically turns her head to her side looking at him while daydreaming. She stood up and mocked him, "do you think we will both laying on the grass while smiling if we're still together? No, it'll never gonna happen." Martin moves and sat on the grass, "but why?" he complains. "Because we are like a parallel line that is meant to see each other from afar but not destined to intersect to one another," she stated as she's getting a bottle of water

Jess has never raised her voice at me, not even once. "I feel like I am dead anyway. What is the point of living?" I say out loud and Jess gasp. "Don't say such, you hear me? Life is a journey with a lot of potholes on the road, but you must be strong enough to get yourself and the car to the other side rather than feeling sorry for yourself. It won't get you anyway, and you know it. You are one of the strongest people I have ever known. You never give up no matter what. Every problem has a solution, remember?" she turns my words against me. I don't know what to do or feel right now.

You have made this journey remarkable, and I hope you enjoyed the adventure, regardless of my writing's imperfections. With all my love and gratitude, Alphakelly *Remember, your journey ends here if you can't handle a sad ending.*

“This isn’t how I planned my life.” How it would affect my life was flooding my head. I couldn't cope, i held my head for it not to fall “Life is what happens when you make other plans,” Lou quoted. I frowned. “I don’t remember who said that, but it’s absolutely true.” She gave me a long, smiling look. “You’ll make a wonderful mother.”

After all, they weren’t in the same league, and their family couldn’t afford to aim that high. That evening, Seraphina took a shower. Still feeling stuffed, she sat on her bed, watching Spirited Away on her iPad. One line in particular caught her attention: “Life is like a train headed for the grave. Along the way, there are many stops. It’s rare for anyone to stay with you for the entire journey. When someone has to leave, no matter how hard it is, you should be grateful and wave goodbye.” She rewound the scene several times, deeply moved.

“I am petrified. What if we fail? We are not the only ones getting hurt in the end. We have the triplets to consider, too.” “But I realized I don’t want to wither in fear anymore. It’s a very dark place to remain forever. I wanted to get out of the dark and see what was on the other side. If all that awaited me on the other side was another dark place. At least, the journey was worth it.” “Sometimes, it was not always the destination that mattered. It is the journey.”

She thought of the letter in her bag, its words simmering quietly. At a rest stop, she scribbled in her journal: _“Traveling feels like writing without punctuation. Breaths between destinations. Echoes between memories.”_ A stranger glanced over, noticing the open page. “Beautiful,” they said, offering a soft smile before boarding the bus. Jo didn’t reply with words. She just smiled back, knowing some acknowledgments exist beyond language. --- Back in Cebu, Nica passed the campus bulletin board. The circled note still lingered:

Looks like even after six years, Mother still hasn't outgrown her habit of saying one thing and meaning another! Leon smiled and reached for me. "I'm glad you came to your senses. Let's go home." In the past, when we traveled, he always took my hand to help me into the car. Right in front of them, I walked straight to the vehicle a short distance away, one marked with the crest of the Shadow Wastelands. Leon's and Lucas' faces fell at the same time.