Quotes About Travel

Wherever I go, I try to see all the local markets and places which are popular in the city.

Highway 1 could be today's Route 66 with a view.

You can tell them you're a Homeward Bounder.

I tend to think of the act of photographing, generally speaking, as an adventure. My favorite thing is to go where I've never been.

Tributaries A river on a map is a simple thing. Our river starts at Trewsbury Mead, and follows a course of some two hundred and thirty-six miles to reach the sea at Shoeburyness. But anyone who takes the trouble to follow its route, whether by boat or on foot, cannot help being aware that, furlong by furlong, singleness of direction is not its most obvious feature. En route the river does not seem particularly intent on reaching its destination. Instead it winds its way

The day after that, the task unit and their single Bandito Platoon squad mustered at the North Island Naval Air Station for the flight that would take them west, halfway around the world. Actually

The caravans bark but the dogs move on.

This was the year he rode the subway to the ends of the city, two hundred miles of track.

She thought she understood the tourists. You travel somewhere not for museums and sunsets but for ruins, bombed-out terrain, for the moss-grown memory of war and torture.

Brita said, 'I read at home, I read in hotels, I take a book with me on a twenty-minute trip to the dentist. Then I read in the waiting room.

Tourism is the march of stupidity.

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I longed for glory. I remember nothing of my childhood more than my fervor for tales of glory and my plans to travel the world in quest of fame.

Life is short, the world is wide, and I wanna make some memories.

Safe trip. I love you. No kidding.

A truck shot past in a whine of spray.

Buffalo is a long way from New York City; but apart from a dreamlike, feverish stop in Syracuse, where I walked and watered Popper and bought us a couple of cheese danishes because there wasn't anything else—I managed to sleep almost the whole way, through Batavia and Rochester and Syracuse and Binghamton, with my cheek against the window and cold air coming through at the crack, the vibration taking me back to Wind, Sand and Stars and a lonely cockpit high above the desert.

Most country people had a deep-rooted disinclination to sleep away from home and a belief that, like as not, to sojourn amongst strangers was to fall among thieves. It was the way they always had lived and, like their forefathers, they travelled no further than a horse or their own legs could carry them there and back in a day.

The books so fired me with the desire for travel, adventure, romance, that I was miserable most of the time.

If we run into any legionnaires we'll say we're out hiking and show them our forged imperial identity papers." "What is hiking?" Alain asked. "Walking for fun," Mari explained. "I mean, you're walking long distances, but not because you have to. For fun." Alain gazed steadily at her. "Walking long distances, for fun. Are you saying a joke?" Mari shook her head. "I know it sounds like that, but people really do it.

Alain looked ahead, where the road ran onward to where it would reach the city of Altis, and along many paths through the city and to the port, where ships would continue the road across the water to countless other roads. Sometimes you could see where the road was going, but other times you could only guess. Like life, the road took on different aspects, and might wander down strange and unexpected ways. But it never really ended.

Yes," Kira said, wondering why a boy who had come to another world in a silvery ship would find that impressive. "Come on! We need to get good seats." Jason followed, staring around like a kid from the Great Woods encountering his first Mechanic devices.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness. Mark Twain