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We travel to see beautiful places and to meet great souls.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
It was a practical trip, straight across the country. No pit stops at canned meat museums, no national parks. Just a whole lot of Wynebraskowa.
— Kari Martindale, 50 by 30: Fifty By Thirty
Travel makes existentialists of us all.
— Sarah Noffke, Rebels
Not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.
— Kahlil Gibran
It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst.
— Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
The entire road trip could be summed up as one giant attempt to keep from crashing the car during fits of rage and fits of hysteria.
— Kari Martindale
Up ahead they's a thousan' lives we might live, but when it comes, it'll on'y be one. If I go ahead on all of 'em, it's too much. You got to live ahead 'cause you're so young, but—it's jus' the road goin' by for me.
— John Steinbeck
The innocent-sounding words “Yes, it’s close enough to walk” can easily lure the unsuspecting tourist into an exhausting day-long climb, requiring supplemental oxygen, crampons, and a pickax.
— Maryrose Wood  (The Hidden Gallery)
Here for business or pleasure, Mr. Wheeler?""Redemption," Shane says.
— Jess Walter
For you, I do morning price.
— S.A. Tawks, Mule
She positions herself on a stool in front of a giant washing machine, watching her garments twirl in flashing patterns of red and white on a sea of black. It subdues her, that clothes can be washed in Boston or Rome and look the same for it, that she can step on an airplane and be anywhere else in the civilized world within a day and wear the same clothes and be the same person. That the small realities stay knitted together!
— Eliot Schrefer, The New Kid
Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind.Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
— Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
I began my effort at improving my flight experiences by reading purposefully during my flights. My airplane reading would often be centered on themes. On some flights I would read only newspapers and magazines, catching up on one particular event. On other flights I would read a short novel, and finishing the entire book during the flight would give me a great thrill, as if I'd just flown a cross-Atlantic mission with Amelia Earhart.
— Edwidge Danticat
I mean this: every time I come home, I feel like I'm coming back to the world, and when I leave Macomb it's like leaving the world.
— Harper Lee, Go Set a Watchman
The website increases my excitement when I read, “Hark, the pies are calling!” My excitement is short-lived, however. I read the page again and realize that it is “pipes” that are calling, not “pies” as I had hoped. I am disappointed. I personally react better to the call of pies.
— Aefa Mulholland
I love that I am but one of millions of single girls hitting the road by themselves these days. A hateful little ex-boyfriend once said that a houseful of cats used to be the sign of a terminally single woman, but not it's a house full of souvenirs acquired on foreign adventures. He said it derogatorily: Look at all of this tragic overcompensating in the form of tribal masks and rain sticks. But I say that plane tickets replacing cats might be the best evidence of women's progress as a gender. I'm damn proud of us. Also, since I have both a cat and a lot of foreign souvenirs, I broke up with that dude and went on a really great trip.
— Kristin Newman, What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding
The mainspring of genius is curiosity.
— Charles Baudelaire
I’ve heard that when you’re in a life-or-death situation, like a car accident or a gunfight, all your senses shoot up to almost superhuman level, everything slows down, and you’re hyper-aware of what’s happening around you.As the shuttle careens toward the earth, the exact opposite is true for me.Everything silences, even the screams and shouts from the people on the other side of the metal door, the crashes that I pray aren’t bodies, the hissing of rockets, Elder’s cursing, my pounding heartbeat.I feel nothing—not the seat belt biting into my flesh, not my clenching jaw, nothing. My whole body is numb.Scent and taste disappear.The only thing about my body that works is my eyes,and they are filled with the image before them. The ground seems to leap up at us as we hurtle toward it. Through the blurry image of the world below us, I see the outline of land—a continent. And at once, my heart lurches with the desire to know this world, to make it our home. My eyes drink up the image of the planet—and my stomach sinks with the knowledge that this is a coastline I’ve never seen before. I could spin a globe of Earth around and still be able to recognize the way Spain and Portugal reach into the Atlantic, the curve of the Gulf of Mexico, the pointy end of India. But this continent—it dips and curves in ways I don’t recognize, swirls into an unknown sea, creating peninsulas in shapes I do not know, scattering out islands in a pattern I cannot connect.And it’s not until I see this that I realize: this world may one day become our home,but it will never be the home I left behind.
— Beth Revis, Shades of Earth
I’d love to be a tabletop in Paris, where food is art and life combined in one, where people gather and talk for hours. I want lovers to meet over me. I’d want to be covered in drops of candle wax and breadcrumbs and rings from the bottom of wineglasses. I would never be lonely, and I would always serve a good purpose.
— Maureen Johnson, The Last Little Blue Envelope
The one who doesn't travel, does not live.
— Petar II Petrović Njegoš
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step unless you missed it.
— Ashwin Sanghi
Before, some places just seemed too far, too difficult to reach, but once you start traveling, you never want to stop. You want to hear other people's stories, see where they live, eat their food. You realize--and of course it's a cliche, but like many cliches, it's true--the way we are all interconnected.
— Rachel Friedman, The Good Girl's Guide to Getting Lost: A Memoir of Three Continents, Two Friends, and One Unexpected Adventure
My biggest problem is that my flight is to depart from Denpasar International Airport in Indonesia, where the penalty for drug trafficking is death by firing squad.
— S.A. Tawks, Mule
. . . it's part of the adventure!
— Cat McMahon, Road Trip Explore! Oregon--Molalla River Corridor and Table Rock Wilderness
Everyone lives by selling something.
— Robert Louis Stevenson, Across the Plains
The experience also illuminated another fact: regardless of how you travel, as you get deeper into your thirties you might be the only person your age out on the road at all, whether it's in the hostels with the twentysomethings, or on the fancy cruises with the sixtysomethings. In your fourth decade, your compatriots are mostly at home, working, raising humans, getting husbands through rehab, living for someone besides themselves. Suckers.
— Kristin Newman, What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding
No sunrises that stop you dead with their unspeakable beuaty, either, he thought. No whales breaching only yards away from the ship, showering your awestruck self with a cold ocean rain. No songs and whiskey belowdecks at night while the wind plucks at the ship's rigging and the ice beats against her hull.
— Jennifer Donnelly, The Wild Rose
My last thought before falling asleep was that we are all a lot more capable of conquering obstacles and fears than we think.
— Rinker Buck, The Oregon Trail: A New American Journey
For someone who likes to get around as much as I do, I really travel quite badly. Planes frighten me, boats bore me, trains make me dirty, cars make me car-sick. And practically nothing can equal the critical dismay with which I first greet the sight of new places.
— Elaine Dundy, The Dud Avocado
We are in love, in the very beginning part of it, when you don't ever want to separate your body from the other person's.
— Rachel Friedman, The Good Girl's Guide to Getting Lost: A Memoir of Three Continents, Two Friends, and One Unexpected Adventure
With Martyn, I hold forth some of the philosophies I've been honing since beginning my travels in Ireland almost two years ago, about universal health care and the travel practices of American youth, about my country and the way I was indoctrinated to believe that America was number one in everything, but actually people in other countries have what we have--and sometimes better--about my obligations as a daughter, about the ways that I have put my faith in all the wrong things and now I am hopelessly lost but at the same time realizing that's okay so maybe that means I'm not lost at all, just searching.
— Rachel Friedman, The Good Girl's Guide to Getting Lost: A Memoir of Three Continents, Two Friends, and One Unexpected Adventure
Truth like beauty seems to be in the eye and mind of the beholder
— Helene Munson
Why you’ll never see a woman with a bomb in her shoe: we have too much respect for shoes.
— Carolyn V. Hamilton
If traveling was free, you'd never see me again.
— Anonymous
I cannot write about Venice; I can only write about me, and the sleeping parts of myself that Venice has shocked into wakefulness.
— Jessica Zafra, Twisted Travels
The problem is, these days you have to listen to too many parts of your body. Sometimes I go with my gut feeling, some say go with what your heart says - it's only a matter of time before my appendix will have an opinion. This is probably why there are so many helplines these days. No one knows who to bloody listen to!
— Karl Pilkington, The Further Adventures of An Idiot Abroad
Live your dreams, not your fears! A.Hume
— Albina Hume
Travelers prove their lack of education if they make fun of the customs and values of their hosts, and the qualities that do a person honour are many and varied.
— Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain
The destination is not the journey. The destination is the person you choose to enjoy the journey with.
— Shannon L. Alder
I like to drink when I travel. It enhances things, don’t you think?
— Patricia Highsmith, Strangers on a Train
I guess the lesson is you can’t go everywhere. You should still go everywhere you can.
— Charles Finch
Travelling the dusty highways in the early evenings, just as the light began to fade, I would look out along the perpendicular dirt tracks that joined the road at intervals. They undulated away gently into the distance; slow streams of people in twos and threes and fours walked them, through the haze, talking easily, making their way back from wherever lay beyond. I longed to take every one of these turnings, to step out along every track in the morning, to return at dusk, to see what lay over each of these horizons and to share in the stories of those that returned from them. My trajectory, and that of each one of us, was that of a meteor, shedding millions of tiny sparks of possibility with every passing second, each with the capacity to ignite a flash of experience, but nearly all of which quickly burned up and vanished as it was left behind. The fire that moved forward was the flame of our lives.
— Luke F.D. Marsden, Wondering, the Way is Made: A South American Odyssey
There was no opiate like a French pillow.
— David McCullough, The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris
Away and away the aeroplane shot, till it was nothing but a bright spark; an aspiration; a concentration; a symbol (so it seemed to Mr. Bentley, vigorously rolling his strip of turf at Greenwich) of man's soul; of his determination, thought Mr. Bentley, sweeping round the cedar tree, to get outside his body, beyond his house, by means of thought, Einstein, speculation, mathematics, the Mendelian theory––away the aeroplane shot.
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
Life is a magical journey, so travel endlessly to unfold its profound and heart touching beauty.
— Debasish Mridha
Man’s primary purpose is not to be happy but to continue to live, to continue to travel - happily or unhappily - on the path of life!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Travel, leave everything, copy the birds. The home is one of civilization’s sadnesses.
— Gustave Flaubert
One week after New Year's Day in 2006, I was on a flight to Aceh…As we walked down the steps on to the tarmac, the air felt humid and tropical, familiar and almost Balinese. It felt like going home. As the heavy air embraced me, my first inclination was to relax into it, but yet this was not home and my entire body remained on edge.
— Alexandra  Harris, The Frangipani Year: Love and Aid Work in Post-Tsunami Aceh
Singapore is what your city could become if everyone obeyed the rules, did their jobs diligently, and just shut up. When your city gets to be this paragon of efficiency and discipline, would you still want to live there? Singapore is a model city, which is terrific if you happen to be a model human.
— Jessica Zafra, Twisted Travels
If real, regular, normal, boring life, (when you're at home every day, seeing the same people, doing the same things) is like sitting at home on the floor surrounded by toys... traveling feels to me like going to Toys R Us with your toy box and getting to trade stuff in and buy new things and explore whole new ideas.
— Alex Day
Living on the edge - that's what I feel like when I don't know what my bowels are going to do next.
— Jane Wilson-Howarth, How to Shit Around the World: The Art of Staying Clean and Healthy While Traveling
Why do people put off travel until retirement? What are they saving it for? I understand that people want to be financially secure first, and pay off pension plans, but why consign the most active years of your life to drudgery? Why would you sacrifice today's freedom for a future that will always remain uncertain, no matter how carefully you plan for it? I'm not saying that everyone sitting in an office right this minute should drop everything and take off for Central Europe. I'm saying that if you want to see the world, plan for it and do it as soon as possible. The experience will give you the inspiration and fortitude you need to survive being a grown up.
— Jessica Zafra
If the Internet were everything it is cracked up to be, we would all stay at home and be brilliantly witty and insightful. Yet with so much contradictory information available, there is more reason to travel than ever before: to look closer, to dig deeper, to sort the authentic from the fake; to verify, to smell, to touch, to taste, to hear and sometimes - importantly - to suffer the effects of this curiosity.
— Paul Theroux
I wake up wondering if I know we're near mountains because of memory or because of something in the air.
— Robert M. Pirsig
Hoping to apply what few marketable skills I'd acquired in school, I used my undergraduate's Hebrew to check into options in Israel. I was eager to travel, open to adventure, but as a non-Jew, I found that my possible motives were a cause for concern. In more than one interview I was asked a question that I would eventually hear word for word from Malpesh himself: Are you some sort of missionary? To my prospective employers I tried to explain that if I was to convert anyone it would only be to a nebulous wishy-washy agnosticism, but this honest answer did not earn me many callbacks.
— Peter Manseau, Songs for the Butcher's Daughter
Looking for a good book to read and a great teacher to listen to? Here is a good book and here is a great teacher: Other cultures! To read this book and to listen to this teacher, all you need is to travel!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The calm skies that drifted above us lulled us into thinking this traversée would be smooth, but after several hours, the unsteady sea had taken its toll on me and after a light lunch and a brief swim in the open sea failed to do so, I attempted to remedy my mal de mer with rest. When I awoke, the sun had already set and the cool air and soft light of twilight helped recalibrate my disoriented thoughts. Although my seasickness had subsided, I lay starboard side facing the heavens - that were now a deep shade of purple - so as to not provoke another episode. We set to anchoring behind several large volcanic pillars just a stone’s-throw away from where the Tyrrhenian Sea kissed the east of the island. A handful of wishes scattered the skies as we approached the shores of Aci Trezza. As these stars traced their dying song across the void above, part of me felt ashamed for even entertaining the notion of wishing upon a star, but that voice was speedily silenced by words He had once shared with me in Scotland: “There is always some truth to fiction.
— RJ Arkhipov
Distance is the journey. Displacement is the result.
— Jaclyn Moriarty, The Cracks in the Kingdom
Mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
— Ed Viesturs, No Shortcuts to the Top: Climbing the World's 14 Highest Peaks
I Travel a lot
—  I hate having my life disrupted by routine
Waking up in India is like waking up to life itself.
— Reymond Page, The Great Year - India Edition
I am free to go wherever I want for the rest of my life.
— Faith Ringgold
Until that rainy Sunday at the movies 31 years ago, for me, companionship had been a mandate for life’s good times. After Orca, it became a choice. My trip to the theater helped me to distinguish between loneliness (experienced by default), and solitude (choosing when and how to enjoy my own company), as I began a journey of engaging the world on my own terms. Over the years, that journey deepened as I traveled life’s roads with increasing independence and confidence, whether I was attending graduate school at night while working during the day, buying my first house or changing careers.
— Gina Greenlee, Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road
Petra is a brilliant display of man's artistry in turning barren rock into a majestic wonder.
— Edward Dawson
Because travel was an area of my life where I felt most vital, I wanted to continue to invest in that, too. I had quit a full time job, drained my retirement account to invest in a long-held dream, and used the realization of that dream to enter a void with no guarantees. I didn’t want financial struggle to be the sole outgrowth of the risks I had taken. More than money, I had put my belief systems on the line.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
No matter. I was single, no children, a handful of plants and at 39, young enough to regroup. If I hit ground before I finished building my wings, I would not take anyone with me.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
I knew I could always earn money from a job. What I didn’t know was could I extend the dream of writing beyond my trip?
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
Putting the dream in motion involved significant personal downsizing, moving three times to trim housing expenses and continuing to freelance. I sold one piece to The New York Times Magazine, many more to The Courant, and another to The St. Petersburg Times.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
Ten years ago I wondered, “How does one travel around the world? How does one step out of a well-established life to follow the dream?” I’ve answered those questions. But now new ones emerge.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
In the aftermath of the attacks on the United States – that included chaotic overall of airline security – and the exploding tensions in Nepal, friends thought it ill-advised for me to board a flight to Kathmandu. Yet my existence at home felt so tenuous and unpredictable that political unrest in Asia barely registered. Also, it seemed more important than ever for me to keep going, not only overseas but also in the direction of a more satisfying life. Somehow the two felt connected.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
The trip changed all that. Stirring the murk of a life ill-fitting, Something More was perceptible though without name or form. Something More was the genesis of a map, not one handed to me but rendered with each step taken, a skill seasoned by a cruise gone bad.
— Gina Greenlee, The Whole Person Guide to Your First Marathon: A Mind Body Spirit Companion
In 2006 I had begun the discernment process for locating my rightful geographic home. By the time my corporate pink slip arrived I had spent two years researching and taking recon trips to five different cities in southern California. Having crossed them off my list, in February 2008 I visited Sarasota, Florida, at the urging of a friend who winters in a neighboring town. Though Florida had never been on my radar, only minutes in Sarasota I knew I’d found home.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
The cruise was the conduit for what would become my third book. While I was traveling and writing for ctnow.com, women across the United States and from the Caribbean emailed not to ask about my geographic journey but my existential one. “How do you find the courage to travel on your own?” they wondered. “How do you keep from getting lonely? Don’t you feel self-conscious eating out alone?” After the first 30 emails like these I thought, There’s a book here. It would be eight years before I published Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road. But the inspiration for publication came during the cruise.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
My post-cruise sabbatical would spark the idea for my first book, Cheaper Than Therapy: How to Keep Life’s Small Problems from Becoming Big Ones – The Lesson of the Paper Clips. How? In my data entry job all I did for 20 hours a week was paper clip printouts of computer screens. For three years. I loved it.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
Wandering is not limited to geography. Also an altered state of consciousness, it allows a disembodied self to drift on currents of collective awareness with minimal attachment to the physical world. This state of wander tapped imaginative faculties that opened me to a freedom of being only previously experienced through travel.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
During those days of whirling about the globe, I had an epiphany: travel was the only area of my life where I had no expectations. I anticipated nothing while fully engaging each moment. What bred adventure, surprise and deep experience was not knowing, surrendering to now and letting go of control.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
Then I’d go home, return to a pattern of worry, unable to tap the surrender core to travel’s inspiration. What was different?
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
What would happen if, once back home, I stayed open to possibilities rather than attach to specific outcomes? What if I dreaded no potential storms? Ruminated over no past transgression? I knew how. For decades the reflex kicked in with each plane ride. The more I pondered these questions – How could I cultivate the habit of taking life as it comes? How can I immerse myself in living, like I’m on vacation on all the time, without boarding a plane or crossing a border? – the more I recognized the arbitrariness of the dichotomy between life and travel.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
Once back home I would adjust my lens to the resolution through which I perceived the people and provinces of the globe. My daily commute, the supermarket check out line, neighborhood walks, pedestrian tasks of any job would inspire me as much as the stir of white linen canopies in Venice’s Piazza San Marco; the velvety dunes of the eastern Sahara; Bali’s kaleidoscope of color; my Vietnamese sisters.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
The answer is neither job, nor paycheck; it is authentic, holistic work born from states of awareness and being. Through the coalescence of joy, wonder, enthusiasm, appreciation, experimentation, perpetual curiosity, exploring new avenues, welcoming surprise and wandering, I have begun the next leg of my journey; I have brought the spirit of the traveler home.
— Gina Greenlee, Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
Going through the customs dampened them further. Customs inspectors must have a mental twist that makes them suspicious of innocence. Dewy-eyed honeymooners, red-cheeked provincials, and helpless little old ladies lash them into frenzied investigation while slinking Orientals hugging small black bags are passed with scarcely a glance. George and Harriet stood under the letter “R” and watched reproachfully while a muttering little man flung their underclothes and dirty laundry right and left, leaving scattered heaps for them to put back in their suitcases.“I thought the French were supposed to be so polite,” said Harriet indignantly.Maybe it can't be proven statistically, but it’s a safe bet that any given American on his or her first trip to France will at some point remark with indignation that he or she had thought the French were supposed to be so polite.
— Jack Iams
In these pages, traveling “solo” does not necessarily mean “alone.” The absence of other people often suggests regretful isolation. “Solo” by contrast, is a willful decision to be the architect of our own experience.
— Gina Greenlee, Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road
The gift of solo moments is that they are wholly ours. On or off the road, solo moments connect us inward to ourselves with heightened clarity and insight. They also direct our energies out into the world, magnetizing us to new people and experiences we may not have encountered under any other circumstance.
— Gina Greenlee, Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road
No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
The world is full of wonderful things you haven't seen yet. Don't ever give up on the chance of seeing them.
— J.K. Rowling
Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other.
— Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
Saying good-bye to a city is harder than breaking up with a lover. The grief and regret are more piercing because they are more complex and unmixed, changing from corner to corner, with each passing vista, each shift of the light. Breaking up with a city is unclouded by the suspicion that after the affair ends, you'll learn something about the beloved you wished you never knew. The city is as it will remain: gorgeous, unattainable, going on without you as if you'd never existed. What pain and longing the lover feels as he bids farewell to a tendril of ivy, a flower stall, the local butcher. The charming café where he meant to have coffee but never did.
— Francine Prose
I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.
— Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
Not everything we experience can be explained by logic or science.
— Linda Westphal
A good story makes a journey go by more quickly. A really good story makes you forget you are even on a journey.
— Lynne Rae Perkins, Nuts to You
I travel for the great stories now ready tell, and those waiting to be told.
— Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
Veni, vidi, vici. That was easy for Julius Caesar to say; he crossed Italy in a chariot, not on a stupid bike." - Vivia
— Leah Marie Brown, Faking It
Lone rangers, that's what we are. We see the world with our naked eyes, unabashed of the greed and ego. Our mind resides on our tongue and we stand for what's right. A little too much fun, and an exciting package. Raving for life and exploring possibilities is our goal. Travel far and wide and into the wild, we will go for it someday. Care so much that even gods would bow down. Love to the hilt and then let go, coz that's what this life is meant for. One life and we will live up to the hilt and leave no regrets. So, when we land into our graves with a satisfied smile, we big farewell to the meanness of this so-called universe.With every journey there is a new lesson learned, every place traveled, explored; makes us in fall in love with the earth. Care less about our whereabouts; we keep the expedition going because we want to go far beyond the civilized, beyond the living, beyond the world of predictability, beyond u and I & into the wild. Feasting the eyes, rejuvenating the senses, every breath we take is a sigh of relief and we make peace. Choosing the roads less traveled, our wandering souls makes our way towards the unknown destination not only to discover ourselves but to discover the wild, nature and the mother earth.
— Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel
With age, comes wisdom. With travel, comes understanding.
— Sandra Lake
I travel to know where I fit into the world, and where I don’t.
— Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
For some reason, we see long-term travel to faraway lands as a recurring dream or an exotic temptation, but not something that applies to the here and now. Instead - out of our insane duty to fear, fashion, and monthly payments on things we don't really need - we quarantine our travels to short, frenzied bursts. In this way, as we throw our wealth at an abstract notion called "lifestyle," travel becomes just another accessory - a smooth-edged, encapsulated experience that we purchase the same way we buy clothing and furniture.
— Rolf Potts
A great diving scene. Worth the read just for that:“Randy! You have the best eyes for bubbles. Find my missing diver.” Paul leaned over the boat and yelled at the people waiting in the water. “Hey! Where’s . . .” He examined the faces. It didn’t take long to figure out who was missing. His heart spiraled to his feet. “Oh, no, no, no!” He didn’t hesitate to jump to action. He yelled out orders as he put his gear on in record time. “Get back on the boat. Now!” “I see bubbles! Over there, ‘bout fifteen meters,” Randy called before anyone had a chance to do anything.Paul stood on the back of the boat, all geared up and holding an extra tank with a regulator already attached. He looked to see where Randy pointed and took a giant stride into the water. He didn’t bother to surface before starting the fastest descent he’d ever made.
— S. Jackson Rivera
For my own Part, when I am employed in serving others, I do not look upon myself as conferring Favours, but as paying Debts. In my Travels, and since my Settlement, I have received much Kindness from Men, to whom I shall never have any Opportunity of making the least direct Return. And numberless Mercies from God, who is infinitely above being benefited by our Services. Those Kindnesses from Men, I can therefore only Return on their Fellow Men; and I can only shew my Gratitude for these mercies from God, by a readiness to help his other Children and my Brethren. For I do not think that Thanks and Compliments, tho’ repeated weekly, can discharge our real Obligations to each other, and much less those to our Creator.
— Benjamin Franklin
It was the inverse of an island in the sea.
— Elisabeth Eaves, Wanderlust: A Love Affair with Five Continents
What was reckless, I decided, was the way people were writing off huge swaths of the world as unsafe, unstable, unfriendly, when all they needed to do was go and see for themselves
— Amanda Lindhout, A House in the Sky
Alone, I relished the bird songs, the drone of hushed conversation from neighboring tables, and the gentle lapping of waves sliding on the shore. I didn't feel the passage of time. There was no destination propelling me forward, no past and no future. Each glorious moment was replaced by the next.
— Marilyn Berman
I am a citizen-at-large, of everywhere and nowhere, so sometimes I get pretty homesick.
— Rich Benjamin
It was a fine feeling indeed to be standing up there like that, with the sound of summer all around one and a light breeze on one's face. And I believe it was then, looking on that view, that I began for the first time to adopt a frame of mind appropriate for the journey before me. For it was then that I felt the first healthy flush of anticipation for the many interesting experiences I know these days ahead hold in store for me.
— Kazuo Ishiguro
Step and land, step and land. That's all travel was. Throw in some running and a change of scenery. No big deal, right? And so, off he went. Off they went together.
— Lynne Rae Perkins, Nuts to You
Yuvali struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The long leaves of a purple-flowered bush raked her forehead. The flower emerged from bulbous green tubes, unfolding toward the sun. The petals radiated like flecks in an eye, a whirlpool, a sea-shell.” Ch.19
— B.T. Lowry
It’s not how far you’ve come that matters. It’s where you’ve come from.
— Alastair Reynolds, Poseidon's Wake
Love people, not places. Places don't miss you when you're gone.
— Marty Rubin
Foolish acts and bold adventures almost always appear, especially in the beginning, to be the absolute same thing.
— Leigh Ann Henion, Phenomenal: A Hesitant Adventurer's Search for Wonder in the Natural World
Travel is such a wonderful experience! Especially when you forget you are traveling. Then you will enjoy whatever you see and do. Those who look into themselves when they travel will not think about what they see. In fact, there is no distinction between the viewer and the seen. You experience everything with the totality of yourself, so that every blade of grass, every mountain, every lake is alive and is a part of you. When there is no division between you and what is other, this is the ultimate experience of traveling.
— Liezi, Lieh-tzu: A Taoist Guide to Practical Living
I sat down and knitted for some time - my usual resource under discouraging circumstances.
— Isabella L. Bird, A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains
Why travel? To be changed, and to be changed again and again.
— Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
Had I crossed the passSupported by a stick,I would have spared myselfThe fall from the horse.
— Bashō Matsuo, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches
Everything suggests a beyond.
— Isabella L. Bird, A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains
Experience is not necessarily accumulated over the extent of time lived. In my opinion, it is accumulated over the degree and variety of activities a person has been involved in
— Nike Thaddeus
The camera is an excuse to be someplace you otherwise don’t belong. It gives me both a point of connection and a point of separation.
— Susan Meiselas
We biblioholics have different priorities. We've got all our clothes in our suitcase in two minutes flat, and then we spend three hours and fifty-eight minutes deciding which books to bring.
— Tom Raabe, Biblioholism: The Literary Addiction
Sometimes I travel just to be overwhelmed – for it’s good every now and then to be overwhelmed.
— Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness.
— Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
My good friend the Governor said I could settle down at Port Stanley and take things quietly for a few weeks. The street of that port is about a mile and a half long. It has the slaughterhouse at one end and the graveyard at the other. The chief distraction is to walk from the slaughterhouse to the graveyard. For a change one may walk from the graveyard to the slaughterhouse.
— Ernest Shackleton
In traveling, there is nothing like dissecting people's statements, which are usually colored by their estimate of the powers or likings of the person spoken to, making all reasonable inquiries, and then pertinaciously but quietly carrying out one's own plans.
— Isabella L. Bird, A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains
Not town can live peacefully, whatever its laws," Plato wrote, "when its citizens ... do nothing but feast and drink and tire themselves out in the cares of love."But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one's life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favorite fountain? And then to do it again the next day?
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
To inquire into the intricacies of a distant landscape, then, is to provoke thoughts about one’s own interior landscape, and the familiar landscapes of memory. The land urges us to come around to an understanding of ourselves.
— Barry López
It was late afternoon. This time tomorrow he would be somewhere on a good graveled road, driving his car past things that happened to people, quicker than their happening.("Death of a Traveling Salesman")
— Eudora Welty, The Collected Stories
So when people asked me why I was moving away from the city of my dreams, I asked them why I wouldn't. It's not about greener pastures. It's never been about that. All it's ever been about is exploring and falling and pulling myself back together. Every time I do, I get stronger. I get faster. I get smarter. I get sweeter, hungrier, and happier. Dreams are mobile, fate doesn't live in one city, and karma is your shadow. I was offered a career opportunity that knocked quietly. It wasn't a million dollar check on my doorstep, it was more like the passing words of a stranger at a bar that change your perspective of the world. Something clicked and I had to accept.
— Kelton Wright, Anonymous Asked: Life Lessons from the Internet's Big Sister
The two events were probably unrelated, but both jolted Dave the way a sudden air pocket reminds nervous passengers that they’re soaring above the clouds in a pressurized metal tube.
— Dan Sofer, A Love and Beyond
He didn't like to fly--the noise and vibration gave him a headache--but, as with anything new, he was excited by the strangeness of it. The disjuncture intrigued him: stepping through a door in one place, sitting still for a few hours, then stepping out a thousand miles away. It seemed to him a very American mode of travel, even more so than the car, not simply going farther faster, but eliminating any temporal experience of the journey, skipping over whole sections of the country, the sole focus on arriving, with the help of expensive and arcane technologies, at one's destination, except of course, when one didn't--a thought brought on by his own instinctive disbelief and the bumpiness of the flight.
— Stewart O'Nan, West of Sunset
I travel because life is short, and I will not wait for fear of death or sanctuary to become a prison of my own making.
— Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.
— John Muir
Sometimes you have to travel a long way to find what is near...
— Dinesh Kumar Biran
Embrace those parts of yourself that you've skillfully avoided until now. That's your true adventure.
— Gina Greenlee, Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road
People add color to their story because they think it happened in black and white.
— Tawny Lara
One does not travel, any more than one falls in love, to collect material. It is simply part of one's life...
— Evelyn Waugh
... to travel is worth any cost or sacrifice.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
I paid for two seats at the back of the car to give my thighs breathing space. The gangly man sitting next to me used the extra space to spread his legs as widely as possible, leaving me squeezed once again against the window. I was livid. Months of travelling cheek-by-jowl in cars had instilled in me a new-found loathing of men’s legs, which, like air, seem constantly to expand to fill the space available. I’m amazed they’re not all buried in Y-shaped coffins.
— Noo Saro-Wiwa
He returned to his seat and sat down; the road is so long, so long; he had to get through these spaces where stations clustered about the track amidst the black night like some black coffin set with candles. He thought that minute was flying after minute, mile after mile, everything was moving — even he was moving — but to where?("Adam")
— Andrei Bely, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
Travel has a way of making the world a much smaller place.
— Janna Graber, Chance Encounters: Travel Tales from Around the World
After all, one travels in order for things to happen and change; otherwise you might as well stay at home.
— Nicolas Bouvier
Find pleasure in the path, even if the destination can't be foreseen.
— L. Peat O'Neil, Travel Writing: See the World. Sell the Story.
What I’ve learned from my travels is that people are more alike than they are different. Yes, I may have a different home or lifestyle than a mom living in Shanghai, but deep down we are still mothers who hope for the best in our children. I always find so much in common with those I meet on my travels – and that provides a genuine connection that cultural differences can’t erase.
— Janna Graber
Happily, we do the work.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Join the Rienish navy. See unusual sights. Never sleep with the lights out again.
— Martha Wells, The Gate of Gods
When you travel, there really are no mistakes--just learning opportunities.
— Mary Casanova, Grace
Finding the stewardess, Bly asked her about the monkey. The stewardess replied drily, "We have met." Bly was now alarmed to see that the stewardess's arm was bandaged from wrist to shoulder."What did you do?" she asked. "I did nothing but scream," the stewardess replied; "the monkey did the rest.
— Matthew Goodman
What I’ve learned in my travels is that people are more alike than they are different. Yes, I may have a different home or lifestyle than a mom living in Shanghai, but deep down we are still mothers who hope for the best in our children. I always find so much in common with those I meet on my travels – and that provides a genuine connection that cultural differences can’t erase.
— Janna Graber, Chance Encounters: Travel Tales from Around the World
I was scripting for a series on the Arts programme which was shown very late on a Sunday evening, and I was sent off to get the low down on several up and coming musicians who would be featured each week. To the music world, they may have been up and coming, I would have preferred them to be down and going and preferably out of range.
— Lucinda E. Clarke, Truth Lies Propaganda: in Africa
To strengthen the connection between your conscious and subconscious, is to gain access to a map and compass, as you travel through parallel worlds.
— Kevin Michel, Moving Through Parallel Worlds To Achieve Your Dreams
For me, exploration was a personal venture. I did not go to the Arabian desert to collect plants nor to make a map; such things were incidental. At heart I knew that to write or even to talk of my travels was to tarnish the achievement. I went there to find peace in the hardship of desert travel and the company of desert peoples. I set myself a goal on these journeys, and, although the goal itself was unimportant, its attainment had to be worth every effort and sacrifice... No, it is not the goal but the way there that matters, and the harder the way the more worth while the journey.
— Wilfred Thesiger
...That's the difference between backpackers and holiday makers. The former can't help but invite hassle whilst the latter pay to escape it.
— Harry Whitewolf, The Road To Purification: Hustlers, Hassles & Hash
I wanted to be a King who would found a New World, not in some misty country far across the seas, but right here, right now, at home.
— Cressida Cowell
There are map people whose joy is to lavish more attention on the sheets of colored paper than on the colored land rolling by. I have listened to accounts by such travelers in which every road number was remembered, every mileage recalled, and every little countryside discovered. Another kind of traveler requires to know in terms of maps exactly where he is pin-pointed at every moment, as though there were some kind of safety in black and red lines, in dotted indications and squirming blue of lakes and the shadings that indicate mountains. It is not so with me. I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found, nor much identification from shapes which symbolize continents and states.
— John Steinbeck
The subconscious mind is shielding or showing numerous potential paths, based on what it determines would represent a consistent reality for you.
— Kevin Michel, Moving Through Parallel Worlds To Achieve Your Dreams
When you focus on the journey, you will be blessed with guardian angels to direct your path.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
I wanted, I told her, to lie under the stars and smell different breezes. I wanted to drink different waters, feel different heats. Stand with my comrades atop the ruin of old ideas. Plant my boot and steel my eye and not run. I said all this to my dead mother, spoke it down through the dirt: there was a conflagration to come; I wanted to lend it my spark.
— Laird Hunt
As it often did when I thought about chicken wings and entropy, my mind turned to Emerson. "Life is a journey, not a destination." Now that was one stone-cold motherfucker who was not afraid to deliver the truth: After the torments of the journey, you have been well-prepared for the agonies of the destination.
— Colson Whitehead, The Noble Hustle: Poker, Beef Jerky, and Death
When you follow the right steps you will never get lost.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Humboldt's early biographer, F.A. Schwarzenberg, subtitled his life of Humboldt What May Be Accomplished in a Lifetime. He summarised the areas of his subject's extraordinary curiosity as follows: '1) The knowledge of the Earth and its inhabitants. 2) The discovery of the higher laws of nature, which govern the universe, men, animals, plants, minerals. 3) The discovery of new forms of life. 4) The discovery of territories hitherto but imperfectly known, and their various productions. 5)The acquaintance with new species of the human race--- their manners, their language and the historical traces of their culture.' What may be accomplished in a lifetime---and seldom or never is.
— Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel
Every night we stopped in a cabin where wood had been stacked, matches left, and canned goods laid out for the chance traveler. All the unknown host received in return was a scribbled note giving our thanks, any news we could think of, and our names. This whole system of northern hospitality was a gigantic chain, for while we were eating this man’s beans, he was undoubtedly farther up the trail, eating somebody else’s.
— Benedict Freedman, Mrs. Mike
Faxian and Xuanzang might have been the first Chinese to travel to India, but sometimes it felt like I was the first.
— Hong  Mei
We reviewed the ways we had to bring customers: Method A, flying aerobatics at the edge of town. Method B, the parachute jump. Then we began experimenting with Method C. There is a principle that says if you lay out a lonely solitaire game in the center of the wilderness, someone will soon come along to look over your shoulder and tell you how to play your cards. This was the principle of Method C. We unrolled our sleeping bags and stretched out under the wing, completely uncaring.
— Richard Bach, Nothing by Chance
Moose are the squirrels of Alaska.
— Tim Moon