"Try to remember it always," he said once Gogol had reached him, leading him slowly back across the breakwater, to where his mother and Sonia stood waiting. "Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go."

Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.

"Our Story"

Remind me again — together we
trace our strange journey, find
each other, come on laughing.
Some time we’ll cross where life
ends. We’ll both look back
as far as forever, that first day.
I’ll touch you — a new world then.
Stars will move a different way.
We’ll both end. We’ll both begin.

Remind me again.

I was with you at the beginning of your journey. It is right that I should follow you to its end.

There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.

Our stories may be singular, but our destination is shared.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back to.

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

every journey is important, and that no journey is impossible.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

Always remember that
What happened to us
Happened through us.

No matter what your destination, just be sure to make every journey a journey within.

And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time

Estraven stood there in harness beside me looking at that magnificent and unspeakable desolation. 'I'm glad I have lived to see this,' he said.

I have felt as he did. It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.