Quotes About Travel

Once you've lived in France, you don't want to live anywhere else, including France.

In the city of flesh I travel without maps, a worried tourist: and Ottilie was a very Venice. I stumbled lost in the blue shade of her pavements. Here was a dreamy stillness, a swaying, the splash of an oar. Then, when I least expected it, suddenly I stepped out into the great square, the sunlight, and she was a flock of birds scattering with soft cries in my arms.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness,' he wrote. 'Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.

I can't bear to be on a train without a book, she announced. It's a form of self-defence in a way .

I made a fine tramp and a fair drover;

íntimos, Terry y Shirley Stauber, a que nos acompañaran. Para que el viaje fuera aún más especial, reservamos habitaciones

I love the story of the salesman who sat looking through the window of a hotel restaurant. Outside raged a blinding snowstorm. "Do you think the roads will be clear enough in the morning to travel?" he asked his waiter. "That depends," the waiter replied. "Are you on salary or commission?

This is being written abord the S.S. Augustus, three days at sea. My suitcase is full of peanut butter, and I am a fugitive from the suburbs of all large cities.

WE TRAVEL with such velocity these days that the most we can do is to remember a few place names. The freight of metaphysical speculation will have to catch up with us by slow train, if it catches up with us at all.

My dear Henry    I've just written to you over the air, but this will have to go by land & sea, never mind! Our peculiar link as two lost re-incarnated Atlanteans meeting again after escaping from the flood in opposite directions will not be broken either by air travel or land & sea travel!

I'm crazy about my father, he's an amazing man, a real adventurer. He took us with him to travel all over the world. We were in places that were so remote, that white people hardly ever reach them.

I could have wealth beyond my dreams, but where is the joy in that? And I could travel the seven seas, but I would always come back. Everyone could know my name, and there would be no peace. I could have undying love, and heartaches still increase. No, if I were wealthy beyond my dreams (and where is the joy in that?) it wouldn't buy friendship such as yours -- And there IS joy in that!

My best friends are books, I can easily read them and take them wherever I go.

Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.

All journeys eventually end in the same place, home.

My car finally heats up when I reach my destination.

For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

The beagle and the kobold approached, walking out of the dusty distance.

I hate traveling with amateurs.

Death by plane crash scares me. I travel a lot, and when you hit turbulence, and post 9/11, that's in the back of my mind a bit.

And, of course, I'm constantly energized by designing courses around the world.

I read about this hotel that was great, down in the south of the island, not in a touristy area. I had no particular desire ever to go to Jamaica, but I thought, what the hell? Sounds nice. Let's go!

Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go.

Every sunset I witness inspires me with the desire to go to West as distant and as fair as that which the sun goes down. Eastward I go only by force; but westward I go free.