Quotes About Travel

Join the locals as they bounce from place to place, never knowing what fun lies ahead but certain of the possibility. Add in local bounty such as the famous oysters and nearby

On our second day, my parents announced that Kauai was boring. "There's nothing to look at, just plants and rainbows," my father declared. "There are no stores," added my mother. Instead of staying for another week, we left the next day. The

Never buy a drink for the road, because the road is already laid out.

Un día, tomaremos trenes que se van»

When you are on foot, to arrive you must walk.

If you're going to America, bring your own food.

Il sort de la maison, tourne à droite et part faire le tour du monde.

One of those flash epiphanies of travel, the realization that worlds you'd love vibrantly exist outside your ignorance of them. The vitality of many lives you know nothing about. The breeze lifting a blue curtain in a doorway billows just the same whether you are lucky enough to observe it or not. Travel gives such jolts. I could live in this town, so how is it that I've never been here before today?

As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

Whatever a guidebook says, wether or not you leave somewhere with a sense of the place is entirely a matter of smell and instinct.

My idea of heaven still is to drive the gravel farm roads of Umbria and Tuscany, very pleasantly lost.

Italy's siren call lures us more and more.

The urge to travel feels magnetic. Two of my favorite words are linked: departure time. And travel whets the emotions, turns upside down the memory bank, and the golden coins scatter.

Sometimes you have to travel back in time, skirting the obstacles, in order to love someone.

Let no one who wishes to receive agreeable impressions of American manners, commence their travels in a Mississippi steamboat.

I consulted a Chinese herbalist and spent two weeks on an island off the coast of Zanzibar. I was away from any kind of contemporary technology.

I don't have a fear of flying I have a fear of crashing.

The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City, watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days, and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.

I've always wanted to go to Switzerland to see what the army does with those wee red knives.

Sometimes there's a tackiness about Route 66 that out-tacks any tackiness I've ever seen anywhere else. And the Meramec Caverns are the pinnacle of that tack.

They say, 'Oh, I went up to Scotland once and it was raining.' Of course it was fucking raining! Where do you think Scotland is – the fucking Pyrenees? Take a raincoat, you stupid fucker!

One of the great joys of my life has been to travel around the world and meet thousands of Christians in every country.

A week in Paris will ease the bite of it.All I care is to smile in spite of it.

The road to Hades is easy to travel.