Quotes About Travel

No, doctor, I'm going to London. If things happen anywhere, they happen in London.

Me and my old man went on a coach trip to Switzerland and Italy once and it was a whole hour further on there. Must be something to do with this Common Market. I don't hold with the Common Market and nor does Mr. Curtain. England's good enough for me.

I pass over the spectacle of Poirot on a camel. He started by groans and lamentations and ended by shrieks, gesticulations and invocations to the Virgin Mary and every Saint in the calendar. In the end, he descended ignominiously and finished the journey on a diminutive donkey.

Flowers never look so lovely as they do in Paris in the market there.

Life is really like a ship–the interior of a ship, that is. It has watertight compartments. You emerge from one, seal and bolt the doors, and find yourself in another. My life from the day we left Southampton to the day we returned to England was one such compartment. Ever since that I have felt the same about travel. You step from one life into another. You are yourself, but a different self. The new self is untrammelled by all the hundreds of spiders' webs and filaments

This must be Aleppo. Nothing to see, of course. Just a long, poor-lighted platform with loud furious altercations in Arabic going on somewhere. Two men below her window were talking French.

En voiture, Monsieur,' said the Wagon Lit conductor.

In the second place the seat next to the driving seat was encumbered by several maps, a handbag, three novels, and a large bag of apples. Mrs. Oliver was partial to apples and has indeed been known to eat as many as five pounds straight off while composing the complicated plot of The Death in the Drain Pipe, coming to herself with a start and an incipient stomach-ache an hour and ten minutes after she was due at an important luncheon party given in her honor.

Always going off somewhere. Dams, you know. I'm not swearing, my dear," he assured his wife. "I mean jobs to do with the building of dams, or else it's oil or pipelines or something like that.

It was five o'clock on a winter's morning in Syria.

But you didn't like him?" "Shall we put it that I don't care very much for Americans, sir." "Have you ever been in America?" "No, sir.

Mr Ratchett wanted to see the world. He was hampered by knowing no languages. I acted more as a courier than a secretary".

There was a gay family from Caracas complete with children.

Once people have got a moty car, blessed if they can stay still anywheres

General Macarthur looked out of the carriage window. The train was just coming into Exeter, where he had to change.

Dr. Armstrong was driving his Morris across Salisbury Plain. He was very tired … Success had its penalties.

All this began with a rucksack.

Tony Marston, roaring down into Mere, thought to himself: "The amount of cars crawling about the roads is frightful. Always something blocking your way. And they will drive in the middle of the road! Pretty hopeless driving in England, anyway…. Not like France where you really could let out….

The tourist may complain of other tourists, but he would be lost without them.

Someplace that feels impossible - as impossible as time travel.

Airline travel is hours of boredom interrupted by moments of stark terror.

Air travel is nature's way of making you look like your passport photo.

Airplane travel is nature's way of making you look like your passport photo.

He who has never left his hearth and has confined his researches to the narrow field of the history of his own country cannot be compared to the courageous traveller who has worn out his life in journeys of exploration to distant parts and each day has faced danger in order to persevere in excavating the mines of learning and in snatching precious fragments of the past from oblivion.