Quotes About Travel

Or perhaps walking should be called movement, not travel, for one can walk in circles or travel around the world immobilized in a seat, and a certain kind of wanderlust can only be assuaged by the acts of the body itself in motion, not the motion of the car, boat, or plane. It is the movement as well as the sights going by that seems to make things happen in the mind, and this is what makes walking ambiguous and endlessly fertile: it is both means and end, travel and destination.

for pilgrims, walking is work.

The surprises, liberations, and clarifications of travel can sometimes be garnered by going around the block as well as going around the world, and walking travels both near and far.

En un tren, parece que puedas ir a cualquier parte.

She'd also noted that the volume was stamped Property of the Longboat Hotel, Scarborough and the bookmark was a folded copy of a bill for a week's stay directed to the account of Mr. and Mrs. A.H. Dalziel.

The train goes slowly. From time to time it stops, so that the dead can be taken off. It stops a lot.

couldn't go home, she couldn't go to a friend. Getting cash and checking into a hotel would take care of the immediate problem, but not the long-term one. Ultimately, she needed to get out of town, to get as far out of Atlanta as she possibly could at the moment. Her brow furrowed. But where could she possibly— Suddenly a phrase emblazoned on a nearby awning snagged her attention. Are you ready for the time of your

carrying money, food and the seal ring of Bel-ka-Trazet, set out alone for Lak. BOOK VI

To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is," he said, "you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.

Meridian Pennsylvania

She was a perfect freeway Mona Lisa.

He chuckles at all the people he knows who have taken out bank loans to travel to exotic places like Europe but who have never seen a single state park right here near home.

Possibly in the lobby she saw someone who reminded her too much of herself (that can happen to inexperienced travelers). Or worse. That no one there reminded her of anyone she ever knew.

In the thirties, after they were married, they lived simply and only for each other and for the day. They drank some, lived on the road with my father's salesman's job. They had a good time and felt they had little to look back on, and didn't look.

Around us, the tourist crowd ebbed and flowed like the multicolored idiot tide it was.

who knows how the data behind these metaphors has traveled, from where and for how long.

In fact, I didn't like traveling first class at all. Yes, it was nice to have a bathroom in a hotel and fine service at breakfast...but none of it seemed foreign enough for me. It was all so pleasantly bland that I felt as if I were back on the SS America. I don't like it when everyone speaks perfect English; I'd much rather struggle with my phrasebook.

Travel, we agreed, was a litmus test: if we can make the best of the chaos and serendipity that we'd inevitably meet in transit, then we'd surely be able to sail through the rest of life together just fine. So far, we'd done pretty well.

Travel, we agreed, was a litmus test: if we could make the best of the chaos and serendipity that we'd inevitably meet in transit, then we'd surely be able to sail through the rest of life together just fine. So far, we'd done pretty well.

P.S. By the by, Frank and I almost got hanged today and were robbed by a charming gang of thieves so there is no need for you to worry that I will feel homesick for old London. P.P.S. I hope you agree my first letter is not devoid of interest and worth a guinea.

Every bird you downed bore pebbles in its gizzard from a land the maps ignored.

We're leaving, I told her one July afternoon. We? You and I? Where are we going, young Master Paul? Do you have your belongings tied up in a red-spotted handkerchief on a stick?

My train was late, slowed by the usual Sunday engineering work. I got home in the early evening. I remember that I had a bloody good long shit.

Frenchly, they set off with 1,300 litres of claret, fifty bottles of Pernod, and a mechanical piano.