Quotes About Memories

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.

So, I travel a lot. I hate traveling, mostly 'cause my dad used to beat me with a globe.

As you move through this life...you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you.

The trouble with travelling back later on is that you can never repeat the same experience.

To me travel is triple delight: anticipation, performance, and recollection.

Travel is the excitement of life! Everything is an adventure, and if you look at it like that, even at the worst moment you can say: 'We will laugh tomorrow about this.' And you do.

Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

Your past experiences will flavour your future ones, that is human nature.

A tourist is a fellow who drives thousands of miles so he can be photographed standing in front of his car.

There's bits of my heart in different countries around the world in which I travel.

Oughta be a law everybody has to take a trip every two years just to make 'em realize how good home is.

When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home.

There's something wonderful about entertaining people on vacation. Everyone is there to have a good time.

On their return from a trip, it is wise to see friends promptly, before they've had time to get their pictures developed.

My ideal travel companions are my family.

When a traveler returneth home, let him not leave the countries where he hath traveled altogether behind him.

In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.

Why travel - because the world was meant to be experienced, not imagined.

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you for Paris is a movable feast.

Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!

Nothing is more wistful than the scent of lilac, nor more robust than its woody stalk, for we must remember that it is a tree as well as a flower, we must try not to forget this.

It is difficult to realize how great a part of all that is cheerful and delightful in the recollections of our own life is associated with trees.