Travel Quotes - Page 2

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

It is in all of us to defy expectations, to go into the world and to be brave, and to want, to need, to hunger for adventures. To embrace the chance and risk so that we may breathe and know what it is to be free.

I suspected, however, that I wasn't homesick for anything I would find at home when I returned. The longing was for what I wouldn't find: the past and all the people and places there were lost to me.

But when one is young one must see things, gather experience, ideas; enlarge the mind.

I wanted a life of adventure. I wanted to travel. I wanted to work my way up to being Somebody. I wanted to leave a mark on the Earth and be remembered.

This summer one-third of the nation will be ill-housed ill-nourished and ill-clad. Only they call it a vacation.

Don't expect the unexpected. Let the unexpected expect you.

Enlightenment, and the death which comes before it, is the primary business of Varanasi.

The last time someone had laid out a suit and a pair of dress shoes with a ticket purchased for a faraway place, Henry had refused to go.This time, Henry refused to stay.

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

Although you may not know where the road will end, you dare travel on it.

Chicago was started by a bunch of New Yorkers who said "Gee I'm enjoying the crime and the poverty but it just isn't cold enough."

My restlessness makes me a far better day-to-day traveler than he will ever be. I am infinitely curious and almost infinitely patient with mishaps, discomforts, and minor disasters. So I can go anywhere on the planet—that’s not a problem. The problem is that I just can’t live anywhere on the planet.

Roam abroad in the world, and take thy fill of its enjoyments before the day shall come when thou must quit it for good.

You dare travel on the sacred road, although you may not know the end.

When you travel, learn the history of the place.

May God direct your paths.

I travel to know the life of great souls in the pages of a book.

You are not alone. There are Freedom Seekers everywhere.

A book is the only vehicle that can take you around the world in one hour.

When you’re in another country, remember to do as the locals do, since it is your ways that may seem strange of offensive to them.

I began to realize that I could go wherever and whenever I dreamed.

When I was in junior high school, I used to think that Disney's 1990's paranormal television program 'So Weird' was every kid's ideal life - not going to school, living on a tour bus, having rockstar parents, traveling all over North America and never staying in one place for more than a week or so. Of course, eventually the realization hits you that the kids out there who really do live like this, pulling up stakes every week and never staying with their friends or having a permanent residence, aren't really happy.

In my contact with people, I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls – with the great outside world.

If it’s true we only live once, then raise your red velvet curtain every chance you get.

You must be fully awake in the divine journey.

Old men and far travellers may lie with authority.

It was a strange trek — the sullen leading the apathetic, followed by the confused, all tailed by the inveterately amused.

A mind that tastes the grief obtains a good chance to travel to the Land of Wisdom!

Explore, Experience, Then Push Beyond.

I felt that the magical people must be in the hidden back roads and dusty cubby holes of life; on highways, in hostels, and in shabby, smoky cafes. These enchanting people are in trees, around fires and under hand-knit hats and street lamps reflecting gold on rain soaked pavement. They dance while others dangle; they vibrantly sing the songs that get jumbled and stuck in the subconscious of others who only wish to catch tune. They are the rare ones whose uncommon experiences touch your heart through just a wink of their eye, the stories stitched in the holes of their shoes, invoking a longing for the unknown, taking others to a place of missing what they've never even had -- they do not settle, they do not compromise.

But the beauty is in the walking -- we are betrayed by destinations.

But there are people who take salt with their coffee. They say it gives a tang, a savour, which is peculiar and fascinating. In the same way there are certain places, surrounded by a halo of romance, to which the inevitable disillusionment you experience on seeing them gives a singular spice. You had expected something wholly beautiful and you get an impression which is infinitely more complicated than any that beauty can give you. It is the weakness in the character of a great man which may make him less admirable but certainly more interesting. Nothing had prepared me for Honolulu...

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,To gain all while you give,To roam the roads of lands remote,To travel is to live.

Life’s journey on earth is the only sacred travel.

L.A.'s large convenience stores are so big they can accommodate up to twenty armed robbers at one time.

It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent scent that morning, like the beginning of a new adventure, if an adventure could exude a fragrance.

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it’s left behind.

We aren't either afraid or brave, we’re usually both.

What is it about maps? I could look at them all day, earnestly studying the names of towns and villages I have never heard of and will never visit...

At least as a single woman, I had time to pursue my own interests, read voraciously, and travel when opportunity presented.

texan starting eternity: I never dreamed heaven would be so much like Texas. companion: Who said this was heaven?

If you are not EXCITED enough at your present life its mean your future is not EXITING. Excitement will give you ENTHUSIASM and enthusiasm will give you a positive energetic LIFE STYLE which could give you a successful exiting life…

I always return from my travels with new books.

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco.

As any distance we take from things give us an outside perspective, so does taking a geographical distance—offering us a new vantage point over our lives.

Your life is the only journey, you travel unaided.

The longest travel-path leads to the sacred-destination.

Adventure begins with a thought, decision and action.

People wonder why so many writers come to live in Paris. I’ve been living ten years in Paris and the answer seems simple to me: because it’s the best place to pick ideas. Just like Italy, Spain.. or Iran are the best places to pick saffron. If you want to pick opium poppies you go to Burma or South-East Asia. And if you want to pick novel ideas, you go to Paris.

Trusting the vision without forcing the way is a lesson worth learning in every port.

You can’t make a small world for yourself, because what are you going to do when that small world implodes?

Take a perfect day add six hours of rain and fog and you have instant London.

The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

I may be going nowhere, but what a ride.

As a travel writer I've specialized in gritty, fearful destinations, the kind of places that make a reader's hair stick on end.

And new physical problems are arising almost daily. I'm getting problems from a painful trapped nerve in my shoulder, where my rucksack strap has been pinching it, and I can't straighten my arm above shoulder level - soon I will be limping like Richard III. By now my back is covered with eczema, the result of a perpetually sodden shirt and rucksack pressed against it day after day in this heat. In one place my pack has rubbed a painful hole in my skin through the eczema; carrying my rucksack was unpleasant before, but now it is purgatory. This eczema must be partly due to eating bad food for so long - I never had this problem at home. I'm expecting my teeth and hair to start falling out before long, and I've got more or less a permanent acid indigestion from eating so much junk. Week after week I've lived on lukewarm Coca-Cola, stale buns and doughnuts, slurps, green bananas, powdered milk and far too many cigarettes. With all the rubbishy food and sugar soft drinks I've been consuming, I'll see the east coast through a hypoglycaemic haze.

From the depths of your well, tap your will.

Be courageous: be still.

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.