Travel Quotes - Page 61

For me, boviscopophobia is an even stronger motive than semi-agoraphobia for staying on the ship when we're in port.

For here, am I sitting in a tin can, far above the world. Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do... Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still - and I think my spaceship knows which way to go. Tell my wife I love her very much.

Modern tourist guides have helped raised tourist expectations. And they have provided the natives- from Kaiser Wilhelm down to the villagers of Chichacestenango - with a detailed and itemized list of what is expected of them and when. These are the up-to-date scripts for actors on the tourists' stage.

Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. A double necessity then: to get on the move, and to know whither.

I like to go to work, and also, I don't have any kids. I don't have any hobbies. I don't like to travel. So going to work is kind of it.

I wouldn't mind dying for France, but not for Air France.

[Alexander von Humboldt was the] greatest scientific traveller who ever lived.

We in middle age require adventure.

Whenever I travel I like to keep the seat next to me empty. I found a great way to do it. When someone walks down the aisle and says to you, "Is someone sitting there?" just say, "No one except the Lord."

A wise traveler never despises his own country. [It., Un viaggiatore prudente non disprezza mai il suo paese.]

I think I'm going to Katmandu, that's really, really where I'm going to

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

Traveling makes you realize what an immeasurably nice place much of America could be if only people possessed the same instinct for preservation as they do in Europe.

I love the feeling of being anonymous in a city I've never been before.

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.

It’s all right to hesitate if you then go ahead.

Yeah. I've been pretty fortunate to travel I guess, all around the place.

I love medieval cities; they do not clamor for attention; they possess their souls - their riches - in quiet; formal, courteous, they reveal themselves slowly, stone by stone, garden by garden; hidden treasures wait calmly to be loved and yield to introspective wandering.

As my good friend Al Capp told me a few years ago, the best thing to do with a confirmed [hotel] reservation slip when you have no room is to spread it out on the sidewalk in front of the hotel and go to sleep on it. You'll either embarrass the hotel into giving you a room or you'll be hauled off to the local jug, where at least you'll have a roof over your head.

Don't you hate it when...your suitcase is the last one off the airplane?

The farther you go...the harder it is to return. The world has many edges and it's easy to fall off.

I spent a college semester in a small town in Italy - and that is where I truly tasted food for the first time.

The travel writer seeks the world we have lost - the lost valleys of the imagination.

Sunshine is more health-giving than pills and potions: and travel in foreign lands is a mental tonic, which feeds the mind even if it empties the pocket.

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly... Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!