Quotes About Travel

Absolutely the worst thing about this job is the travel and being away from family. I have a wife and three wonderful children, the kids are all active in sports and it's very difficult to up and leave and miss them growing up.

Remember that happiness is a way of travel - not a destination.

What sets a canoeing expedition apart," Pierre Elliott Trudeau wrote in an essay a quarter century before he became Canada's fifteenth prime minister, "is that it purifies you more rapidly and inescapably than any other. Travel a thousand miles by train and you are a brute; pedal five hundred on a bicycle and you remain basically a bourgeois; paddle a hundred in a canoe and you are already a child of nature.

The big Ford van had been travelling non-stop since the last bathroom break and Travis had no idea how long ago that had been. He knew only that they had finally turned off that boring four-lane highway and that, far in the distance over the trees, the high green bridge over the St. Lawrence River was now visible. Beyond lay New York State and the road to Lake Placid. Finally.

I really have to dance more often, and so I travel around. If I don't, I will crumble.

The great gray-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees.

There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake,Or the way of a man with a maid;But the sweetest way to me is a ship's upon the seaIn the heel of the Northeast Trade.

And what should they know of England who only England know?

The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds—The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er all she needs,But, oh, the little cargo boats that sail the wet seas roun',They're just the same as you an' me a-plyin' up and down!

Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels fastest who travels alone.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

My American friends were full of kindly scorn when I announced that I was going to Canada. "A country without a soul!" they cried, and pressed books upon me, to befriend me through that Philistine bleakness.

So long as I can stay mentally alert - inquiring, curious - I want to keep going. I love my wife and my children, but I don't want to sit around at home with them. We go on safaris and things like that. I can do that for a couple of weeks a year. I'm just not ready to stop, to die.

No one's going to be able to operate without a grounding in the basic sciences. Language would be helpful, although English is becoming increasingly international. And travel. You have to have a global attitude.

On the open road we are all brothers.

On the open road there are no strangers. You share the same sky, the same mountain, the same sunshine and shade. On the open road we are all brothers. The

Dry bread at home is better then curried prawns abroad.

On my way back to the town I took a short cut through the forest. A swarm of yellow butterflies drifted across the path. A woodpecker pecked industriously on the bark of a tree, searching for young cicadas. Overhead, wild duck flew north, on their way across Central Asia, all traveling without passports. Birds and butterflies recognize no borders.

Never mind,' said Mr Kishore. 'If you're tired, I know just the thing for you—a nice cup of tea.' I think it was Malcolm Muggeridge who said that the only real Englishmen left in the world were to be found in India.

William Henry Davies wrote these lines in 1911, and they ring true even over a century later. It is the truth; we really don't have the time to stand and stare. I always think of this when I don't have the luxury of time and am told to travel by airplanes, usually for book fairs and literature festivals. I wish I could take the train to every destination I travel to. There would be so much more to see, and many more stories to tell. The first

On the open road there are no strangers. You share the same sky, the same mountain, the same sunshine and

In the West they say, 'Never talk to strangers.' In the East they say, 'Always talk to strangers.' It was this stranger who gave us sustenance on the road, just as strangers had given me company on the way to the Pindar Glacier. On the open road there are no strangers. You share the same sky, the same mountain, the same sunshine and shade. On the open road we are all brothers. The

money can't buy good health or a serene state of mind—especially the latter. You can fly to the ends of the earth in search of the best climate or the best medical treatment and the chances are that you will have to keep flying!

Before 1900, the traveller to Mussoorie took a tonga from Saharanpur to Dehradun