Quotes About Travel

Being a professional cricketer, you have to adapt to the conditions quickly. It takes time to get rhythm when you are constantly traveling from one country to another.

I could never have gone to Africa another way and had the same experience. It was my job and my joy at the same time.

I haven't done an international film for a long time.

I divide my time between homes in Arizona and England, six months a year in each place.

I find it peculiar when people scoff at one bold idea, and yet they'll then turn over and watch a man travel through time in a police phone box.

I've lived in Paris. I've lived in the Slovak Republic. I've spent extensive time in England, and I've traveled all over Europe.

The truth is, time travel is hard, and people are lazy.

Stratton claimed his information came from seven years of travel among tribes along the Pacific, something that may have come as a surprise to the Methodists, who had sent him west to harvest settlers' souls, not to carouse with savages.

We said nothing about all this outside, one of the first things we'd learned was to keep quiet about the ruling principle of our life, poverty. And then about everything else. Our first confidants, though the word seems excessive, are our lovers, the people we meet away from our various homes, first in the streets of Saigon and then on ocean liners and trains, and then all over the place.

Ce voyage-là durait vingt-quatre jours. Les paquebots des lignes étaient déjà des villes avec des rues, des bars, des cafés, des bibliothèques, des salons, des rencontres, des amants, des mariages, des morts. Des sociétés de hasard se formaient, elles étaient obligées, on le savait, on ne l'oubliait pas, et de ce fait elles devenaient vivables, et même parfois inoubliables d'agrément.

Peu d'hommes aiment longtemps le voyage, ce bris perpétuel de toutes les habitudes, cette secousse sans cesse donnée à tous les préjugés. Mais je travaillais à n'avoir nul préjugé et peu d'habitudes. J'appréciais la profondeur délicieuse des lits, mais aussi le contact et l'odeur de la terre nue, les inégalités de chaque segment de la circonférence du monde.

Few men enjoy prolonged travel; it disrupts all habit and endlessly jolts all prejudice. Any tolerance shown to fanatics is immediately mistaken by them for sympathy with their cause. Everything turns out to be valuable that one does for one's self without thought of profit.

And Marrakech, a place that Himself had particularly loved, transpired to be not so wonderful for me because – in one of those unfortunate oversights – I didn't have a penis. They're not so keen on women in Marrakech. To put it mildly. But that's a different story.

What she saw in their eyes terrified her. She was a woman traveling alone, in a country that had not seen exposed female faces in over five years. She turned back and cried tears of frustration all the way to Pakistan. ...Asra..., I find her fantasy delightful. Who else would risk her life to take stuffies to Afghanistan?

what thrills me about trains is not their size or their equipment but the fact that they are moving, that they embody a connection between unseen places.

bone grease with dried meat and berries to make pemmican, the energy bars of a thousand years ago, and with a pouch of pemmican, the Native Americans were good to travel far and wide. (If you can't pack portable food, you spend most of your time hunting and foraging).

I believe in dreams. I believe that every night on the planet everything that is, was and can be is dreamt. I believe that what happens in dreams is no different no less important than what happens in the waking world. I believe that dreams are the closest equvalent present-day mankind has to trime travel.

I traveled into the future to get back in time.

She conceived of life as a road down which one traveled, an easy enough road through a broad country, and that one's destination was there from the very beginning, a measured distance away, standing in the ordinary light like some plain house where one went in and was greeted by respectable people and was shown to a room where everything one had ever lost or put aside was gathered together, waiting.

Like travel, insomnia is an uprooting experience. You are torn out of sleep like a plant from its native soil, then shaken down so that any clinging vestige of slumber falls away, naked confusion exposed like nerve endings. Sleep, in its turn, is a matter of gravity. It pulls you down, beds you in the earth, burrows you in. In sleep you connect back to the bedrock that provides nourishment and restorative rest.

Theories about world literature, of which fairy tale is a fundamental part, emphasize the porousness of borders, geographical and inguistic: no frontiercan keep a good story from roaming. It will travel, and travel far, and travel back again in a different guise, a changed mood, and, above all, a new meaning.

con su amante, hacia lejanas comarcas llenas de color, donde a espléndidas ciudades de catedrales de mármol blanco y aguzados campanarios suceden bosques de limoneros, deliciosas aldeas de pescadores y una cabaña tropical rodeada de palmeras: el paisaje y el clima son allí tan torrenciales como la pasión.

his eyes, he thought that in a few hours he, Lucrecia, and Fonchito would be crossing the skies, leaving behind the thick clouds

The late great Horace Lloyd Swithin (1844-1917), British essayist, lecturer, satirist, and social observer, wrote in his autobiographical Appointments, 1890-1901 (1902), When one travels abroad, one doesn't so much discover the hidden Wonders of the World, but the hidden wonders of the individuals with whom one is traveling. They may turn out to afford a stirring view, a rather dull landscape, or a terrain so treacherous one finds it's best to forget the entire affair and return home.