Quotes About Journey

was happiest finding my own way and did not require a liaison man. It had been my intention to stay on the train, without bothering about arriving anywhere; sightseeing

In a routine that served me for the next few weeks, I wandered around the busy, seemingly safe part of the city.

I had done enough traveling to know that half of travel was delay or nuisance

There is nothing shocking about leaving home, but rather, a slow feeling of gathering sadness as each familiar place flashes by the window and disappears and becomes part of the past.

I decided to hike up to Cerro Potosí, the hill above the town, beyond Tangamanga Park. The guidebook recommended good shoes, water, and long pants against the agave lechuguilla—thorny agave. I started on a cool morning, setting out on the trail

Travel had to do with movement and truth, with trying everything, offering yourself to experience and then reporting it.

I was shown each second passing as the train belted along, ticking off the buildings with a speed that made me melancholy.

made notes on my progress through the mountains, which had thrilled me.

back to my hotel, where it was always mealtime.

That's a road. You can take it. Go that way. My bus is too big, but your car can do it.

Paul Theroux

Reasoning that I would rather take a detour for hours on a bad road than sit in my car in a traffic jam, I thanked him and drove away, past the parked cars and the children and the protesting teachers, through the bowl of a green valley and into the hills that looked rockier and drier in the distance.

the journey is the goal.

The train was sunlit and emptier.

I was traveling south in sunshine, euphoric again, on the open road.

every trip is unique.

Pimsa," Héctor said, passing the industrial park. "What's that?

from San Luis Potosí, and at Santa María del Río, where the good road ended

I found my berth and discovered that no one else was going to Xian. The sleeper was empty. This was the rarest situation on a Chinese train, and one to be relished. Such circumstances were almost luxurious and definitely cozy.

Tourists don't know where they've been. Travelers don't know where they're going.

It was the simplest crossing I'd ever made in a long career of crossing borders

The dubious achievement in travel these days is enduring the persistent nuisance of a succession of airports in order to arrive at a distant place for a brief interlude of the exotic, maintaining the delusion that it is travel. This is the equivalent of being measured like a projectile and being shot out of a cannon, and that's how most of us feel in such a state, like a human cannonball, dazed and confused, in the company of other cannonballs.

Paul Theroux

I was now deeper into Mexico than I had driven so far.