Quotes About Travel

Only those, who travel, reach the destination, not those who don't that.

The years of life attain such a journey that no one knows where it ends; therefore, travel and avail it, in harmony, not in dissonance.

Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm, Without looking for the traces I may have left; A cuckoo's song beckons me to return home; Hearing this, I tilt my head to see Who has told me to turn back; But do not ask me where I am going, As I travel in this limitless world, Where every step I take is my home.

For someone who likes to get around as much as I do, I really travel quite badly. Planes frighten me, boats bore me, trains make me dirty, cars make me car-sick. And practically nothing can equal the critical dismay with which I first greet the sight of new places.

It can be just as present in adulthood as you see friends taking on careers, travel, moves, and relationships that you would fear. Yet deep inside you also know you have the same or more talent, desire, and potential.

The cure for grief is motion.

A private railroad car is not an acquired taste. One takes to it immediately.

The depressed don't write books. People who are happy write, people who travel, are in love, and talk and talk with the conviction that, one way or another, their words always go to the right place." "Isn't that how it is?" No, words rarely go to the right place, and if they do, it's only for a very brief time. Otherwise they're useful for speaking nonsense, as now. Or for pretending that everything is under control.

For the first time, I left Naples, left Campania. I discovered that I was afraid of everything: afraid of taking the wrong train, afraid of having to pee and not knowing where to do it, afraid that it would be night and I wouldn't be able to orient myself in an unfamiliar city, afraid of being robbed. I put all my money in my bra, as my mother did, and spent hours in a state of wary anxiety that coexisted seamlessly with a growing sense of liberation.

deprimidos no escriben libros. Los escriben las personas contentas, que viajan, que están enamoradas y que hablan, y hablan con la convicción de que de un modo u otro las palabras acaben siempre en el lugar correcto.

The depressed don't write books. People who are happy write, people who travel, are in love, and talk and talk with the conviction that, one way or another, their words always go to the right place.

How wonderful to travel, how wonderful to know someone who knows everything, whose intelligence and looks and kindness are extraordinary, and who explains to you the value of what by yourself you wouldn't be able to appreciate.

I leafed through the phrase book. If a Martian read it, the Martian would probably decide to avoid Hungary.

You're always sad when you leave Rome," he said at some point. "You're always depressed until you go back.

The man in the seat ahead of me started tossing and turning. His pillow fell into my dessert. The pink whipped foam formed meaningful-looking patterns on the white fabric. I saw a bird—that meant travel.

And rightly. Isn't there something to be researched, in every corner of God's creation? Isn't that what you've found, miss, in your travels?

But I was in Russia because I had looked at the literatures of the world and made a choice.

The train came into sight, rumbling closer, bringing the feeling of aliveness and plenitude inherent to incoming trains.

So many dream of travel without having an idea of its reality: a language sounds exotic only when you don't understand it, and a culture appears better than your own only when you aren't in it.

We cannot escape the longing, no matter what life we choose. We're either longing for people, places or times gone by, which are essentially the same things: memories. And, whether or not we travel, the older we get, the more memories we collect. Nostalgia is simply the result of aging and liking the life you've lived. Be happy you can feel it—it's a good sign.

Your first discovery when you travel," wrote Elizabeth Hardwick, "is that you do not exist." In other words, it is not just the others who have been left behind; it is all of you that is known. Gone is the power or punishment of your family name, the hard-earned reputations of forebears, no

I see a trend here where the President seems to think his job is to count votes and then try to make a deal That's what we in legislatures do. Mr. Obama's job is to travel the country, fight for the values that he cares about.

The aeroplane has unveiled for us the true face of the earth.

had already spent hours in the airport, my tickets having been purchased last minute and at the cheapest possible fare—a red-eye from LA, a layover at JFK, a flight to Frankfurt, a four-hour train ride to Berlin—and the idea of a first-class lounge was so appealing I could have hugged old Jeff right there and then.