Quotes About Packing

When she packed up to leave, she knew that she was saying goodbye to something important, which was not that bad, in a way, because it meant that at least you had said hello to it to begin with...

When it comes to luggage, I am an underpacker.

I always try to travel as light as possible. I feel really embarrassed having loads of luggage.

It took twenty big army trucks, jam-packed to the corners, to move the Roosevelts' monumental twelve-year collection of possessions out of the White House. We packed night and day, for one entire week.

lord and lady, Caroline left to pack a

Explore the world with an open mind, a sturdy carry-on, and clothes that don't wrinkle!

Then, at two o'clock in the early morning of February 10, while Melville was still packing his bags

Clothes, whips, reading material," the customs officer had summarized, in Spanish and English, to the young American. "Just the bare essentials!" Edward Bonshaw

Cuz this is for dreaming, this is for leaving, this is you picking up the pieces when I'm gone. This is to drinking, this is to living, this is to packing up my sh.. and moving on. I'm moving on.

I hate to travel with stuff.

I'm about to get on a plane here, and I'm packing recovery literature. All I know is I'm going to be the guy reading the book on co-dependency. That's what I know about me.

On no trip before or since have I carried more alcohol than undergarments.)

It's like Thomas Aquinas told Charlemagne in an overpriced bistro in Nice: "You never realize how much shit you have until you have to move it all.

Would you mind doing this last thing for me? Pack my box with fivedozen liquor jugs?

I'm staying in a lovely hotel, dressing robe behind the door, lovely fluffy sheets - took me a half an hour getting my suitcase closed.

I'm moving to Mars next week, so if you have any boxes...

I took only one suitcase, and a cosmetics case for medicines but I was worried about books. Solitude is all right with books, awful without.

Look, Lumawoo! We are packing for our trip.

Ella se había esmerado en que cupiese todo dentro de la caja. Por supuesto, no todo cabía. Porque aquellos años de vida en común no había forma de meterlos ni siquiera en un camión pesado.

I'M SCURRYING AROUND THE HOUSE, TRYING TO DECIDE WHAT I should pack (cloth diapers, knitted booties, cotton jumpers?) and what I should leave behind (cloth diapers, knitted booties, cotton jumpers?) when I'm stopped in my tracks by the lowing and braying of the animals in the barn.

I'M SCURRYING AROUND THE HOUSE, TRYING TO DECIDE WHAT I should pack (cloth diapers, knitted booties, cotton jumpers?) and what I should leave behind (cloth diapers, knitted booties, cotton jumpers?) when I'm stopped in my tracks by the lowing and braying of the animals in the barn. Someone's coming. Again.

It wasn't easy to cram your whole life into thirty kilos of luggage.

I remember taking my entire wardrobe with me on that trip. It consisted of one shirt on a wire hanger, and one pair of underpants in a carrier bag.

Gruesome as it was, I had to admit the head was easier to pack into the Jetta than a whole body would have been, especially since there was no upholstery or carpet in the space where (hopefully) someday a backseat would reside.