Life A Journey Not A Destination Quote Novels & Stories

Even when I’m dead they don’t let up! “I want nothing more than to be with Jartre…” “But…?” “But I don’t think I’m built for immortality. To live a life where I watch everyone around me grow old and die. Isn’t the whole point of living meant to be knowing that it will one-day end? What’s the point of anything if there’s no ending?” “The finish line is for the ego, but the journey is for the soul,” she says calmly as I stare at her blankly. “Thank you, Confucius. I thought you were a God, not a fortune cookie,” I snap sarcastically.

DAMSON •Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. •We are reminded how short life really is, and how we are just passing through. •What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. The seconds were turning into minutes, the minutes into hours and the hours into days. He groaned as he lifted himself from the chair he had previously been sitting on to make himself a cup of tea. He has been trying to come up with some quotes for his tribute but they all sounded shallow to him. He was running out of time and he still couldn't come up with anything. His eyebags were enough indication that he was not getting enough sleep and it was showing in his level of productivity.

“You’re constantly thinking of saving everyone. You may have lived two lives but now, you’re still a child. You need to eat and rest. The journey is still far too long and we cannot have you exhausting yourself before you get halfway, okay?” “Okay.”

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

"Your grandmother said something similar once. About knowledge. That it wasn't the destination, it was the thing that made the destination possible." Claudia looked at the garden. "You never told me that about her." "I just remembered it myself." I paused. "It's one of the ones that arrives when it's needed." She opened her journal. Wrote it down. *Grandma Catherine: knowledge is the door, not the destination.* She looked at what she'd written. "The list keeps growing," she said. "It will keep growing after you stop adding to it," I said. "That's what lists like that do."

Then she reads part from a letter that I never managed to finish writing, “My beloved, They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

, the small Abeer stuttered in his baby voice and nodded his head in approval. Sometimes it was not possible to be with the person forever who gave us the best memories of life but all we could do is remember that sweet bitter memories with happy heart and smiling faces because life is like a train journey where you will meet different passengers some gives you lesson for life and some becomes blessing for whole life. #Tbc

I am glad that I can lift my voice to the sky and say that I made it. I want you to know that every moment in life is special. From picking up your child at school to being the child who is going to school. From waking up in the morning to check your heartbeat to feeling the heart of others. All these moments are special. I value every moment that I spent with Clag as much as I value every moment that I have spent with someone who is dead that I am unaware of. I also value every moment I spend with everyone of you who is reading my personal experiences in life. You know, they always say life is a pleasant journey and you may never know when you are lost in it. I say, life is a pleasant journ

Myra got lost in deep thought and replied after a long time, “I can’t remember. I always wake up in the morning and meet my friends online, for gossip and spend the rest of the day doing my work. I guess the only different thing I have done in life is coming on this expedition.” “ This is the feeling you get when you do something new or different. We have become so engrossed in our Digi-bubbles that we never step out of our houses. We do everything in a perfect routine. In the quest of attaining immortality, we have become robots ourselves.” Mr. Roy reflected. “Hmm….true…..” “True!” Wrick piped in, pursing his lips. “Life is not about the destination we wish to reach, it’s the journey that c

Reality was a cruel mistress. “I might. However, I wouldn’t know how it feels. The boy had to suffer in order to find his ending. That’s just how life works. It doesn't matter if you lived for ten years or a thousand years, it’s the same. You can’t undo the past or know what the future has. You can only walk in the present. Experience is a useful factor but it isn’t absolute. That’s why wise men have said that life was a journey and not a means to an end.” “Isn’t it lonely? Weren’t there times you felt that death would have been easier? Wouldn’t the story be less depressing if the boy managed to die with his mother or saved her with his dying breath?”