Travel Quotes - Page 73

I think travel is probably the downside of playing professional golf, but you've got to do it.

Traveling renews you.

Travelers with naught sing in the robber's face

A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.

For anyone to open their heart, they need the right atmosphere, and something to prompt them. For my mother it was her trip abroad: she was in a very relaxed, understanding environment. I was very sympathetic towards her.

I'm not big on regret - until time travel actually exists, it seems like a waste of making yourself feel bad

Getting lost is not fatal. Almost every time, it will make your world bigger.

He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself.

Suffering makes you deep. Travel makes you broad. In case I get my pick, I'd rather travel.

The roughest part of that lifestyle is the travel and early mornings.

Every day is intense and alive, whether it's travel, work, even down time, which there is so little of.

People travel to learn; most of them before they start should learn to travel.

To see the world is to judge the judges.

The sea never changes and its works, for all the talks of men, are wrapped in mystery.

I used to wonder how a man of birth and spirit could endure to be wholly insignificant and obscure in a foreign country, when he might live with lustre in his own.

Roadrunner, roadrunner, going faster miles an hour. Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop, with the radio on. I'm in love with Massachusetts and the neon when it's cold outside. And the highway when it's late at night. Got the radio on, I'm like the roadrunner.

It's all the same, only the names will change, everyday it seems we're wasting away. Another place, where the faces are so cold, I'd drive all night just to get back home.

Niagara Falls is very nice. I'm very glad I saw it, because from now on if I am asked whether I have seen Niagara Falls I can say yes, and be telling the truth for once.

Charley is a mind-reading dog. There have been many trips in his lifetime, and often he has to be left at home. He knows we are going long before the suitcase has come out, and he paces and worries and whines and goes into a state of mild hysteria.

I am writing this from what we Americans call Yurrp. In Yurrp writers are taken as seriously as Lana Turner's legs are in America - a ridiculous situation.

I know people who are so immersed in road maps that they never see the countryside they pass through, and others who, having traced a route, are held to it as though held by flanged wheels to rails.

We all know we have a problem, a broad problem. Ninety-eight percent of the fuel that is used by our vehicles, our autos and trucks for personal and commercial purposes, for highway and air travel operates on oil. The world has the same problem.

Tell me what you will of the benefactions of city civilization, of the sweet security of streets-all as part of the natural upgrowth of man towards the high destiny we hear so much of. I know that our bodies were made to thrive only in pure air, and the scenes in which pure air is found. If the death exhalations that brood the broad towns in which we so fondly compact ourselves were made visible, we should flee as from a plague. All are more or less sick; there is not a perfectly sane man in San Francisco.

New York has total depth in every area. Washington has only politics; after that, the second biggest thing is white marble.

We have built our State on the freedom of personal adventure.