Travel Quotes - Page 3

In language gender is particularly confusing. Why, please, should a table be male in German, female in French, and castrated in English?

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

I think this land may bee profitable to those that will adventure it.

I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.

I have discovered that even the mediocre can have adventures and even the fearful can achieve.

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

All adventures, especially into new territory, are scary.

The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.

You may have the universe if I may have Italy.

Wherever my travels may lead, paradise is where I am.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

On the road again, goin' places that I've never been. Seein' things that I may never see again, and I can't wait to get on the road again.

That's what books are for... to travel without moving an inch.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

If you understand each other you will be kind to each other.

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

There is a great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one's life. It happens that we return to such places in our minds irresistibly. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them walked in them lived in them even for a day, we keep forever in the mind's eye. They become indispensable to our well-being; they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there, or there.

All the earth is seamed with roads, and all the sea is furrowed with the tracks of ships, and over all the roads and all the waters a continuous stream of people passes up and down - traveling, as they say, for their pleasure. What is it, I wonder, that they go out to see?

Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

The experiences are so innumerable and varied, that the journey appears to be interminable and the Destination is ever out of sight. But the wonder of it is, when at last you reach your Destination you find that you had never travelled at all! It was a journey from here to Here.