Quotes About Travel

Al llegar a cada nueva ciudad el viajero encuentra un pasado suyo que ya no sabía que tenía: la extrañeza de lo que no eres o no posees más te espera al paso en los lugares extraños y no poseídos.

Viaggi per rivivere il tuo passato? - era a questo punto la domanda del Kan, che poteva anche essere formulata cosi: - Viaggi per ritrovare il tuo futuro? E la risposta di Marco: - L'altrove è uno specchio in negativo. Il viaggiatore riconosce il poco che è suo, scoprendo il molto che non ha avuto e non avrà.

Viaggi per rivivere il tuo passato? - era a questo punto la domanda del Kan, che poteva anche essere formulata così: - Viaggi per ritrovare il tuo futuro? E la risposta di Marco: - L'altrove è uno specchio in negativo. Il viaggiatore riconosce il poco che è suo, scoprendo il molto che non ha avuto e non avrà.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: "El allá es un espejo en negativo. El viajero reconoce lo poco que es suyo al descubrir lo mucho que no ha tenido y no tendrá" (Italo Calvino)

Viajas para reviver o teu passado? - era agora a pergunta do Kan, que também podia ser formulada assim: - Viajas para achar o teu futuro? E a resposta de Marco: - O algures é um espelho em negativo. O viajante reconhece o pouco que é seu, descobrindo o muito que não teve nem terá.

It was to slough off a burden of nostalgia that you went so far away!" he exclaimed, or else: "You return from your voyages with a cargo of regrets!

Alien was my room, the small trunk that was my luggage, the view from the little window. I feared I could no longer establish a relationship with anyone or anything.

Sire, désormais je t'ai parlé de toutes les villes que je connais. — Il en reste une dont tu ne parles jamais. Marco Polo baissa la tête. — Venise, dit le Khan. Marco sourit. — Chaque fois que je fais la description d'une ville, je dis quelque chose de Venise. — Quand je t'interroge sur d'autres villes, je veux t'entendre parler d'elles. Et de Venise, quand je t'interroge sur Venise.

the more one was lost in unfamiliar quarters of distant cities, the more one understood the other cities he had crossed to arrive there;

I won't tell you at length about the puzzled peregrinations of our aircraft, whose route kept bouncing from one control tower to another,

Egli sapeva che del viaggio poco si ricorda. Passano fisionomie e s'accumulano confuse in un cantuccio della memoria, diventando collettività, nazioni, sessi, mai individui. Come nel sogno, ch'era tanto difficile da ricordare, perché piombava dalla notte oscura in un lapo di magnesio in cui s'agitavano cose e persone.

Participatory democracy demands low-energy technology, and free people must travel the road to productive social relations at the speed of a bicycle.

I was recently told, 'You're a liar!' when I said to somebody I walked down the spine of the Andes. Every Spaniard in the sixteenth, seventeenth century did that. The idea that somebody could just walk! He can jog perhaps in the morning, but he can't walk anywhere! The world has become inaccessible because we drive there.

I just travel all the time. And I was just looking at the schedules now and starting the first week of October I will be every weekend with somebody at tournaments through Christmas. So it gets very difficult to just go away and not do that.

In both business and personal life, I've always found that travel inspires me more than anything else I do. Evidence of the languages, cultures, scenery, food, and design sensibilities that I discover all over the world can be found in every piece of my jewelry.

Modeling has given me the opportunity to travel outside of Brazil and see the world. I have been meeting many interesting and talented people along the way.

Hayden, the horses are tired.

Like many air travelers, I am aware that airplanes fly aided by capricious fairies and invisible strings.

No one who claims this to be a small world has ever flown across the Pacific.

i'm off to an island nation where formal wear consists of a leaf tired around a penis.

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say

She would like to be able to carry her home on her back like a snail and go off into the unknown.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you.

Cape Town, so beautiful she was bored hearing about it and would never go just to spite it.