Quotes About Travel

My life used to be record, tour, record, tour. You can never say no as a freelance musician. I was on the road 200 days a year.

I'm very happy being able to travel freely and go anywhere I want to.

My French is still good. That's a beautiful language and I'm happy to speak it.

I was as repelled by the French as I was attracted by their country.

I consider myself a frequent flyer, flying roughly 200 times a year on mostly mainstream airlines.

When I travel throughout the district speaking with families and educators, I frequently hear of concerns with our K-12 education system.

I always said in my mind I wanted to be an All-Star and show four-year guys in the NBA can be good players as opposed to just one-and-done guys. If I left after my freshman year, I wouldn't have gotten drafted, I probably couldn't deal with D-League and travel on the bus.

Tunisians are very friendly.

I enjoy India whenever I go and Sri Lankans are overwhelmingly friendly.

When I'm in beautiful places like Madagascar or Brazil, I think about how I would love to share the experience with friends and family.

When I do the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, I always go across to Loch Ness and stay there.

It's hard to have a fruitful romantic life when I'm never in one place for long.

When I travel I have a full-time physio that I pay for myself. He also handles strength and conditioning.

We talked of it, of course, but I guess Florence got all she wanted out of one look at a place. She had the seeing eye. I haven't, unfortunately, so that the world is full of places to which I want to return.

At this moment she was remembering the voyage she had just made from Bombay with her father, Captain Crewe. She was thinking of the big ship, of the Lascars passing silently to and fro on it, of the children playing about on the hot deck, and of some young officers' wives who used to try to make her talk to them and laugh at the things she said.

Behind sunglasses we linger over espresso, talking about pizza as an art form, the geekiness of people's travel clothes...

Always, I liked the infinitive 'to go.' Let's go, let's go. let's really go. 'Andare' was the first verb I learned to conjugate in Italian. 'Andiamo,' let's go, teh sound comes out at a gallop.

And my mother, whose radius of travel was short, tied the letters with ribbon and kept them in her desk, When you get the chance, she said to me, go.

Travel is a privilege because it gives you the world you were not given. It allows you to be extant in other versions.

It's daunting to find the language so foreign, so distant, but also so thrilling. One is absolved of responsibility when the language is incomprehensible. Is this one of the mysteries of travel? One returns to preverbal pointing, smiling, shaping the air with gestures.

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You'll have to take me to some museums," he said. He was being the young man on the road, following the sun because gray weather made him suicidal, writing his poetry in his mind in diners and gas station men's rooms across the country.

On the way to Santa Cruz Dirk and Duck stopped along the coast to surf. They stopped so many times to surf and eat (they finished the avocado sandwiches in the first fifteen minutes and bought sunflower seeds, licorice, peaches, and Foster's Freeze soft ice cream along the way) that they didn't get to Santa Cruz until late that night.