You know it's only 50 miles from Grand River to Canton, but it took me 67 years to travel that distance.
We have come a long way and we have a little further to go.
Never judge a journey by the distance.
You know if you walked around the world, your hat would travel thirty-one feet farther than your shoes?
A look at the past reminds us of how great is the distance, and how short, over which we have come. The past makes us ask what we have done with us. It makes us ask whether our very achievements are not ironical counterpoint and contrast to our fundamental failures.
It's not where you start or where you finish. It is the distance between the two.
You know how certain adults feel, the older they get, the longer the walk was to school? Well, I don't feel like that.
Somewhere it was written that October 18th is my birthday, and some people flew to Georgia to wish me! They came to my college, spoke to my professor, found out where I lived, and they were at my doorstep! I was shocked!
Driving alone, you can make 800 miles a day.
I've never believed in measuring one's worth by the size of his or her bank account. I prefer to look at distance traveled.
I get homesick driving to the grocery store.
Sailed this day nineteen leagues, and determined to count less than the true number, that the crew might not be dismayed if the voyage should prove long.
A journey of four hundred and thirty miles can be made in any part of the United States, but in Turkey it takes as many days.
Over the years, I've covered 22,000 miles.
In a few hours one could cover that incalculable distance; from the winter country and homely neighbours, to the city where the air trembled like a tuning-fork with unimaginable possibilities.
The average food item on a U.S. grocery shelf has traveled farther than most families go on their annual vacations.
our limbs which had already traveled far beyond her world, carrying the click of distances in the smooth, untroubled soles of their shoes.
