Quotes About Travel

He also learned to regard each port of call as part of the journey and not as destination. Every voyage begins when you do.

Italy is a country every man should love once.

It was almost as if this sense of relaxation were totally new to her, so far back did her memory have to travel to recover a time when she had not waked to apprehension, and fallen asleep rehearsing fresh precautions for the morrow.

Their types were familiar enough to Ralph, who had taken their measure in former wanderings, and come across their duplicates in every scene of continental idleness.

To step on board a steamer in a Spanish port, and three hours later to land in a country without a guide-book, is a sensation to rouse the hunger of the repletest sight-seer.

Imaginatively challenged folks, for whom crossing a state line amounted to foreign travel, could not conceive that the gray-blue-eyes inspecting them had, over the past year, similarly scrutinized Nandi warriors, Arab mullahs, Magyar landowners, French marshals, Prussian academics, and practically every monarch or minister of consequence in Europe--not to mention the maquettes in Rodin's studio, and whatever dark truths flickered in the gaze of dying lions.

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn't here.

Con la lengua se puede llegar a cualquier parte o a ninguna.

Oh, dear, there are so many things we're brought up to believe that it takes you an awfully long time to realize that they aren't you... Why don't you travel? Why don't you get a master's degree in...something? Why don't you try doing this, that, or the other? Well, you're probably not doing it because it's not right. Why worry about it? God knows, there's enough to worry about without worrying about worrying about things.

I'm very happy. I like my work and the various aspects of it - going around the world, teaching the gospel according to St. Albert.

Travel if you wish, taste strange dishes, gather experience in dangerous activities, but see that your soul remains your own. Do not become a stranger to yourself, for you are lost from that day on; you will have no peace if there is not, somewhere within you, a corner of certainty, calm waters where you can take refuge in sleep.

Lo literario de viajar es que uno después recuerda algo parecido a un cuento o una novela donde el protagonosta es uno mismo.

Viajar es en realidad tan simple como vivir. Si en cualquier momento de nuestra existencia nos detenemos a mirar hacia atrás y hacer un balance - un balance en verdad honesto -, la mayor parte de las veces no deberíamos sentirnos satisfechos de lo que esa vida nos ha deparado; pero si nos limitamos a aceptar lo que nuestra memoria quiere ofrecernos, entonces merece la pena seguir adelante.

Your true traveller finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty - his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure.

Todo viajero es la mitad de sí mismo. No hay lugar en los aviones para llevar las cosas que lo completan. Esquinas, gestos, personas, vientos, olores, tapiales, saludos, colores y miradas no caben en las valijas.

Uno no encontrará en sitio alguno nada que no haya llevado consigo. Para comprender que uno es un tonto no es necesario trasladarse a Katmandú.

Oh, Buenos Aires, I have traveled around the world, but I've never been separated from you," said Argentine poet Jorge Luis Borges. And Saint Thomas said, "A friendship that can end has never been a true friendship." In

It took me about fifteen minutes to get to the hospital, through traffic that existed in an entirely different space-time.

Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.

Disappointment sharpens the wit; and Renzo, who, in the straightforward path he had hitherto travelled, had not been required to subtilise much, now conceived a plan which would have done honour to a lawyer.

Tarik reappeared from room 104 carrying a soft-sided blue travel bag, large enough to hold a week's worth of clothes, small enough to fit in an airplane's overhead bin.

I do not believe the fable that men read travel books to escape from reality: they read to escape into it, from a crazy wonderland of armaments, cant, political speeches at once insincere and illiterate, propaganda, and social injustice which the lunacy of humanity has constructed over a period of years.

What they don´t tell you about Europe is how completely lame it is.

I wish to go with you, not as man and wife, but merely as friends, travel companions, the sort of happy-go-lucky chums about whom rollicking old ballads of the road are written.