If my goal is simply to survive the journey, then I’m not on the journey in the first place.

To fall is not to fail. To fail is to never fall because I never got up in the first place.

Sometimes it doesn’t look like the right road because it was just a road to the next road.

If I get up just one less time than the number of times I’ve been knocked down, I have done one of the most devastating things possible; I have halted my life at that very spot.

Running’ is driven by panic. ‘Destination’ is driven by thought. And while it’s terribly painful to admit, incessantly pretending that I do the latter doesn’t replace the fact that I’m constantly doing the former.

Beginnings and endings are simply part of a journey that isn’t stopped by either.

What determines my journey is being honest about where I am, being brave enough to define where I want to go, and then making the commitment to live in neither.

Love is a perpetual journey that is extraordinary because it will never find itself terminated by a destination.

The step that we are on is only a step to the next place, and no step regardless of how massive is ever a destination.