Quotes About Travel

Always bring a book, as protection against strangers. Magazines don't last. Newspapers from home will make you homesick, and newspapers from elsewhere will remind you you don't belong. You know how alien another paper's typeface seems.)

While the train racketed along, he sorted his currency into envelopes that he'd brought from home—each envelope clearly marked with a different denomination. (No fumbling with unfamiliar coins, no peering at misleading imprints, if you separate and classify foreign money ahead of time.)

he wrote a series of guidebooks for people forced to travel on business. Ridiculous, when you thought about it: Macon hated travel.

You leave the Pennsylvania Station 'bout a quarter to four, Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore …

The scent of a faraway place lay on my skin.

she is said to have possessed golden sandals that carried her over water and land

If you travel on an airline and they get you there safely, you don't tell anyone. That's what's supposed to happen. What makes it remarkable is if it's horrible beyond belief or if the service is so unexpected (they were an hour early! they comped my ticket because I was cute! they served flaming crêpes suzette in first class!) that you need to share it.

If you still believe that aliens would travel hundreds of light years to carve temporary graffiti in our wheat, then your imagination is one of the seven wonders of the world, and should be bronzed.

Nationalism is cured by traveling.

To her, the journey was as important as the destination.

On their way home, John said, "Marta, that's a long way to go so that Jacob can have a friend." "Shh," Marta said. "Ears." "What?" "We all have ears. Everyone in this car can hear, John." "Well, of course we all have ears. Oh.

After we flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like a map, laid face to face, East to West, my San Francisco against your New York

They were Amy and Jeff Carruthers and they rode south out of Bristol, gravel chattering under the upswept fenders. After a while the man said suddenly, "Whats it like?" Amy glanced out at the fields. "Cotton. Everywhere nothing but cotton.

You travel with a whetstone on your arm? (Kiara) You don't ever want to kill someone with a dull knife. It takes too long to sever their arteries, or puncture organs, and it makes it even messier than normal. (Nykyrian)

The way my life's structured, I don't stay in a place for more than a couple months.

Now I'm having the time of my life being on the road with one of the world's all-time great big bands, and performing with symphonies. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

My life takes me all over the world, and I know how hard that can be on a relationship.

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!

In the day-to-day life of a traveling musician, it's easy to miss so many details. The world goes by at high-speed; it will take your breath away.

As a model, it's a gypsy kind of life: living in hotels, working all the time, ordering room service instead of cooking for yourself. There's absolutely no nest-building.

As a model, it's a gypsy kind of life: living in hotels, working all the time and ordering room service instead of cooking for yourself. There's absolutely no nest-building.

Hotel life is about the same in every latitude.

Touring, and being in a band, it's almost like the other stuff, the other parts of life, get put on hold.

What you have known of this life so far is only a dream, a slim dream at that. As one who has traveled greatly in the worlds, I can assure you there is much to see and much to become.