Quotes About Travel

Language was a kind of passport. You could go where you like if you had a clean record. p.155

The trouble is that people hate coaches, and for good reason. Coach travel is a dismal and humiliating experience. When I take the bus, as I sometimes must, from Oxford to Cambridge, I arrive feeling almost suicidal.

What I like more than anything is to visit other islands...

the original route, whether called U. S. 40 or something else, will furnish the main-traveled road until someone disproves the geometrical proposition that a straight line is the shortest distance between points.

Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go.

Sail far. Sail fast.

Too many peoples have traveled back and forth, and too many legends and tales have mingled.

Sometimes it seemed as though he'd thumped his head on half the doors in Westeros, not to mention every beam in every inn from Dorne up to the Neck.

She had been making for Riverrun for years, it seemed, without ever getting there.

Adventure stank. She boasted sixty oars, a single sail, and a long lean hull that promised speed. Small, but she might serve, Quentyn thought when he saw her, but that was before he went aboard and got a good whiff of her.

To the end of his life he enjoyed traveling by train, the slower the better, and, if possible, in the front carriage.

Wherever I travel Greece wounds me.

downtown. He held the matchbox up at the level of his chest so the cricket could see out. This was the first time Chester had been able to watch where he was going on the subway. The last time he had been buried under roast beef sandwiches. He hung out of the box, gazing up and down the car.

I really enjoy travel, I enjoy the U.K., I enjoy Scotland, Glasgow.

Vivir es pasar de un espacio a otro sin golpearse

Oh, the sudden change of perspective brought about by travel and absence! How different everything was here: the people in the streets, the houses, the color of the air, the sky above the roofs, a low sky, very close, with molded clouds, and which looked as if it had come out of a painting. A unique setting, a subtle atmosphere of silvery greys, the patina of centuries on the old walls—a shimmering marvel for the eyes of a painter. ("The Dead Town")

Even when my parents were together, they both had to travel and work, and it wasn't like they had nine-to-five jobs. In that way, it wasn't a normal family life.

People who are car-sick are never sea-sick,' explained Mother.

sun-bleached boat

Roger and I would make our way down through the breathless olive groves, vibrating with the cries of the cicadas, and pad our way along the dusty road, Roger sneezing voluptuously as his great paws stirred up the dust, which went up his nose like snuff.

Corfu lies off the Albanian and Greek coast-lines like a long rust-eroded scimitar.

It took nearly half an hour for the bus to creep forward until it approached the heavy, fortress-like building of the border check-point. When Bryce saw the high barbed-wire fence with it's V-shaped barrier on the top stretching off in both directions, he shook his head in disbelief. Two days ago, he had driven across this border between New York and Connecticut at about sixty-five mils an hour with hardly a second thought.

When Columbus started out he didn't know where he was going, when he got there he didn't know where he was, and when he got back he didn't know where he had been.

Beyond the Alps lies Italy.