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The night sky is filled brimful as a night sky can be, lit brightly as it is with clusters of planets and pulsating stars and marriages of galaxies, all of it within a wobble of dust and gas and debris unseen. There are the Dippers Little and Big tonight, a lovely Pleiades, and a throbbing red star out like a tiny heart. This is the stuff of which we are made, I say to Son, all that is of us above us. We stand together looking upward, our mouths hung open as if to swallow what's above down and into us. Looking out at the past in its far distance, where from there, he we are not.
— Susan Froderberg, Old Border Road
Expectation is the dirtiest word in a traveler's vocabulary.
— John Early, Tales of the Modern Nomad
The logic underlying the truism that one should always travel on a plane with a book is also precisely why bed-and-breakfast culture is to be avoided if at all possible. Namely, you might have to talk to someone.
— David Rakoff, Fraud: Essays
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To get away from one's working environment is; in a sense, to get away from one's self; and this is often the chief advantage of travel and change.
— Charles Horton Cooley, Social organization; a study of the larger mind
She soars with eagles and navigates by rainbows.
— Lesley Hazleton
Travel is as much a passion as ambition or love.
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon, Romance and Reality, by L.E.L
For starters, that’s a rather simple principle of Time Travel right there – and according to the pioneers of time travel, it’s one of the foundation stones of the Theory behind it. It’s something of a paradox – a mind-boggling annotation in the ever-puzzling and ever growing Anals of History. (Some readers may still be thinking that should be ‘Annals’ – however, the author of this work cannot be blamed for what you may think.)
— Christina Engela, The Time Saving Agency
Traveling leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller
— Ibn Battuta, The Travels of Ibn Battutah
To the traveller imbued with a feeling for the historical and poetical, so inseparately interwined in the annals of romantic Spain, the Alhambra is a much an object of devotion as is the Caaba to all true Moslems. How many legends and traditions, true and fabulous, - how many songs and ballards, Arabian and Spanish, of love and war and chivalry, are associated with this Oriental pile!
— Washington Irving
Traveling is as subtle as an early morning reverence.
— Kevin Keenoo
In fact, they live in a state of constant paradox where truth is anything but constant
— Guy Delisle, Pyongyang: A Journey in North Korea
my dear life separating you through the journey i actually bend all those easy paths for me was waiting .looking keel of end edge of today's canvas ,life visits stranger to me . i myself kept out me from my own journey
— litymunshi
Drifting across the vast space, silent except for wind and footsteps, I felt uncluttered and unhurried for the first time in a while, already on desert time.
— Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking
Tea drinking is a liturgy of comfort, and we partake of it everywhere in the world. It’s a ceremony of simplicity, nourishment for both the nomads in foreign teahouses and homebodies in their beds.
— Tsh Oxenreider, At Home in the World
A little piece of everywhere I go becomes a big part of everything I do.
— Richie Norton
I know, in my soul, that a love for travel is a gift and not a hindrance. It feels like a burden when the bucket list is bigger than the bank account, but a thirst for more of the world is not something to apologize for. Denying its presence feels like denying something good in me, something God put there. Wanderlust has a reputation as the epitome of unrequited love, something the young and naive chase after because they don’t yet realize it’s as futile as a dog chasing its tail. Turns out, ever-burning wanderlust is a good thing.
— Tsh Oxenreider, At Home in the World
Never have a plan
—  it'll just get in your way.
Meandering cows, tenacious bicyclers, belching taxis, rickshaws, fearless pedestrians and the occasional mobile ‘cigarette and sweets’ stand all fought our taxi for room on the narrow two-lane road turned local byway.
— Jennifer S. Alderson, Notes of a Naive Traveler: Nepal and Thailand
To find truth, one must travel a dense fog!
— David Dweck
This for me was home, and for the visitors, Kashmir".
— Irfan Nabi, Alluring Kashmir The Inner Spirit
Do you know what the luckiest thing is?’‘No.’‘It is to be at home everywhere.
— Ben Okri, The Age of Magic
Maybe true travel is not the transportation of the body, but a change of perception, renewing the mind.
— Ben Okri, The Age of Magic
When we’ve been travelling around I’ve often thought: Oh, this would be a good place to be, and that would be an excellent place to live. And yet, after I’ve seen everything I’ve decided that home, wherever that may be, is the place for feelings of peace. And if I can be at peace with myself then that is the most important thing. I think travelling teaches one that.
— Ben Okri, The Age of Magic
O enchanted land of my childhood, a cultural petri dish from which regularly issues forth greatness. New Jersey, in case you didn't know it, has got beaches. And they're not all crawling with roid-raging trolls with reality shows. I grew up summering on those beaches and they are awesome. Jersey's got farmland, beautiful bedroom communities where that woman from "Real Housewives" who looks like Dr. Zaius does not live nor anyone like her. Even the refineries, the endless cloverleaves of turnpikes and expressway twisting and unknowable patterns over the wetlands that are to me somehow beautiful. To know Jersey is to love her.
— Anthony Bourdain
Human inertia induces us to believe that our lives will never change unless we relocate.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
I ended up in the back seat of a chicken truck’s cab heading through beautiful scenery and disastrous roads to my hotel. About an hour later, we stopped to sell a few hundred of the chickens to a butcher shop.
— Jennifer S. Alderson, Notes of a Naive Traveler: Nepal and Thailand
Bowen looked nervously about for peasants. It would be unendurable if they all turned out to be full of instinctive wisdom and natural good manners and unself-conscious grace and a deep, articulate understanding of death.
— Kingsley Amis, I Like it Here
Let’s get one thing straight at the beginning. A lunar eclipse simply will not do. You may have seen a partial solar eclipse, but neither will that do. The sun is such a monster that until a few minutes before totality the light from the sun blasts right around the disk of the moon and the Earth is little changed. Annie Dillard wrote that the difference between a partial eclipse and a total one is the difference between kissing a man and marrying him. Just so. So people search out totality, no matter how remote the spot. And so we have come to Svalbard.- from Out in the Cold
— Bill Murray
The idea and experience of travel can mean many things: it involves movement of some kind, sometimes through unknown places, at other times just between home and the world. Journeys can also be inward, marking rites of passage or a growth into a new dimension. We travel in search of profit, pleasure or curiosity, to labour and survive, to flee from tyranny or sorrow, and into real and imagined utopias.
— Teju Behan, Drawing from the City
For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains.“Longing,” says the poet Robert Hass, “because desire is full of endless distances.” Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.
— Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air - air you can kiss - and palms.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
No baggage - there was the secret of existence.
— Robert Louis Stevenson, The Wrecker
But I'm not running away. I'm running toward... toward adventure, toward discovery, toward diversity. And while I was in Mexico I discovered something intruiging: Once I leave the U.S., I am not bound by the rules of my culture. And when I am a foreigner in another country, I am exempt from the local rules. This extraordinary situation means that there are no rules in my life. I am free to live by the standards and ideals and rules I create for myself.
— Rita Golden Gelman, Tales of a Female Nomad: Living at Large in the World
And it certainly wasn’t a choice without risk. But then very few worthwhile things in life are. The greater the risk, the greater the reward.
— Heather   Hackett, Restless: Memoir of an Incurable Traveller
At the end of hours of train-dreaming, we may feel we have been returned to ourselves - that is, brought back into contact with emotions and ideas of importance to us. It is not necessarily at home that we best encounter our true selves. The furniture insists that we cannot change because it does not; the domestice setting keeps us tethered to the person we are in ordinary life, but who may not be who we essentially are.
— Alain de Botton
I learnt a lot from the simple lives our friends lived. I saw them living with so much less than we, as westerners, were used to. I couldn't even begin to imagine how to prepare a meal for four people using a bucket, one saucepan and a wok. More than likely, I would have been outraged if asked to do so. I can hear myself saying words to the effect of, ‘Bugger off! Let’s just get take out.’ Anyone who knew me would have known better than to ask.
— Heather   Hackett, Restless: Memoir of an Incurable Traveller
Despite 4,000 years of proven usefulness, quarantines seem to be to modern international public health experts as garlic is to a vampire.
— T.K. Naliaka
Travel is the treasure of time.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
I can go on the road - because I can come home. I come home - because I'm free to leave. Each way of being is more valued in the presence of the other. This balance between making camp and following the seasons is both very ancient and very new. We all need both.
— Gloria Steinem, My Life on the Road
With the selfies, a photographer has finally found his place in a photograph.
— Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words
The true adventurer sees his glass as half full even when there are things swimming in it.
— Randy Ross, God Bless Cambodia
If you know whence you came, there is really no limit to where you can go.
— James     Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
Looking at these photographs, I know that I will never understand the world I live in or fully know the places I've been. I've learned for sure only what I don't know - and how much I have to learn.
— Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations: Around the World on an Empty Stomach
Those who don't belong to any specific place can't, in fact, return anywhere.
— Jhumpa Lahiri, In Other Words
Being a maverick traveller, one would like to place oneself in the place of a local; just listen without judgement.
— Mary Jane Walker, A Maverick Traveller
I can go on the road - and I can come home. I come home - because I'm free to leave. Each way of being is more valued int he presence of the other. This balance between making camp and following the seasons is both very ancient and very new. We all need both.
— Gloria Steinem
His diaries had begun to assume something of the knowingness of incipient middle age; at times, indeed, he was in danger of becoming priggish and opinionated. As with many later European voyagers, travel in this part of the world, far from broadening the mind, seemed instead to lead to a blanket distrust of anyone of a different creed, colour or class.
— William Dalrymple, City of Djinns: A Year in Delhi
I like to believe that the road is sharpening my mind and lengthening my life with surprise.
— Gloria Steinem
All I have is a life's worth of school days. What came before school I can't remember. You can only sketch so many desks and teachers and chalkboards. You can only come home to so many dinners and homework assignments and nights of taking the garbage out. You can only go to so many museum field trips before you start to wonder, Is this it?
— Nina LaCour, The Disenchantments
A journey - whether it's to the corner grocery or through life - is supposed to have a beginning, middle, and end, right? Well, the road is not like that at all. It's the very illogic and the juxtaposed differences of the road - combined with our search for meaning - that make travel so addictive.
— Gloria Steinem, My Life on the Road
Everywhere, I have travel to, I felt loved.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
In the Balkans the peasants say that if you long for faraway countries and leave your own land and home to find them, you are born under A LILAC-BLEEDING STAR.
— Lesley Blanch, Under a Lilac-Bleeding Star
I took only one suitcase, and a cosmetics case for medicines but I was worried about books. Solitude is all right with books, awful without.
— Martha Gellhorn, Travels With Myself and Another
When I visit someplace new my favorite thing to do is eat...and walk, preferable to a place where I can eat some more.
— Jessica Fechtor, Stir: My Broken Brain and the Meals That Brought Me Home
Be brave. You didn't travel this far to languish within the walls of your comfortable self.
— Sandra Vischer, Unliving the Dream
The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough
— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
... none had been outside Russia. I kept trying to remember something that I had read about a species of fish that was born, lived, spawned, died in the dark waters of a cave; and were blind.
— Martha Gellhorn, Travels With Myself and Another
Our hearts are light and gay because now its happening, we're starting, we're travelling again.
— Martha Gellhorn
My greatest pleasure is to travel down an unfamiliar road.
— Marty Rubin
What she aspired to was a kind of delirious perfection. What Lilia wanted was to travel, but not only that; she wanted to be a citizen of everywhere, free-wheeling and capable of instant flight.
— Emily St. John Mandel, Last Night in Montreal
Welcome to the American sector! Feast your eyes on glorious Pluto, her wild frontier, her high standard of living, her rugged, hardworking citizens, her purple mountains majesty! Ride the mighty buffalo! Marvel at the bustling industry of the great cities of Jizo and Ascalaphus! Climb the peaks of Mt. Orcus and Mt. Chernobog!
— Catherynne M. Valente, Radiance
At a time when so many people are just checking things off a bucket list, other travelers are finding that they want more. Going Local explores the whys and how to’s of really experiencing an area and its culture through the people who live there. Includes a plethora of real life travel stories from experts and everyday people alike.
— Nicholas Kontis, Going Local: Experiences and Encounters on the Road
Trouble with a long journey like this,' continued the Captain, 'is that you end up just talking to yourself a lot, which gets terribly boring because half the time you know what you’re going to say next.
— Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
If travelling was free, you won't see me again
— Murfi (MyMan)
Travel is my worldSex is natureLove is life
— Murfi (MyMan)
If Kumar had his way they would leave for Fiji every year just before Thanksgiving and not return until the New Year rang in and the decorations came down. They would swim with the fishes and lie on the beach eating papaya. On the years they were tired of Fiji they would go to Bali or Sydney or any sunny, sandy place whose name contained an equal number of consonants and vowels.
— Ann Patchett, Commonwealth
Travel to CubaGenerally Tourist travel to Cuba is prohibited under U.S. law for U.S. citizens, permanent residents, and others subject to U.S. jurisdiction. The hard and fast rules have been relaxed some and exceptions are now made for certain travelers who can show an acceptable reason, to visit the Island Nation in which case a “Tourist Visa" is required and available. US Citizens must have a valid passport with two blank pages available, for entry and exit stamps, at the time of entry into Cuba.United States issued credit and debit cards do not work in Cuba so travelers should plan to bring enough cash with them to cover all the expenses they might incur during their trip. Authorized travelers to Cuba are subject to daily spending limits. See the Office of Foreign Assets Control page of the U.S. Department of the Treasury.The export of Cuban convertible pesos (CUC) is strictly prohibited, regardless of the amount. Travelers may only export the equivalent of $5000 in any currency other than the Cuban convertible peso (CUC). Anyone wishing to export more than this amount must demonstrate evidence that the currency was acquired legitimately from a Cuban bank.Cuba has many Hotels and Resort Areas, most of which are foreign owned; I counted 313 of them. Many are Canadian or European owned with Meliá Hotels International in the lead with twenty-eight hotels in Cuba alone. Being a Spanish hotel chain, it was founded in 1956 in Palma de Mallorca, Spain. The photo show the internationally known “Nacional Hotel.” Some Cruise Lines including Carnival now offer cruises to Cuba and advise guests as to the entry requirements. Follow Captain Hank Bracker, author of “The Exciting Story of Cuba” on Facebook, Goodreads and his Web Page as well as Twitter. His daily blogs and weekend commentaries are now being read by hundreds and frequrntly thousands of readers. Send suggestions and comments to PO Box 607 Elfers, FL 34680-0607.
— Hank Bracker
Take me to unexplored paradise & one of your best islands, I want to cross the pacific ocean and make a great memory. Let's go to the eastern coast of the Philippines where the waves meet the sky. You know where it is!
— El Fuego
An ardent desire to go took possession of me once more. Not because I wanted to leave - I was quite all right on this Cretan coast, and felt happy and free there and I needed nothing - but because I have always been consumed with one desire; to touch and see as much as possible of the earth and the sea before I die.
— Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek
I made my first home there and had been happy, because to be alienated in one's own country, in one's own hometown, among one's kin and peers, was problematic, but nothing could be more natural than to be alienated in a foreign country, and so there I had at last naturalized my estrangement. This may be one of the underappreciated pleasures of travel: of being at last legitimately lost and confused.
— Rebecca Solnit, A Book of Migrations: Some Passages in Ireland
I copied the address into my address book, erasing an earlier one that had not been good for very long. No address of his was good for very long and the paper in my address book where his address is written is thin and soft from being erased so often.
— Lydia Davis, The End of the Story
The general kind and soft customs of Mustang were soon to strike me as exceptional. Apart from occasional disputes between husband and wife, which like family rows all around the world bring raised voices, I never heard a person scream or shout; Even the children had very civilised manners. In fact the only person I knew to consistently angry in Lo Mantang was myself, and Tibetans consider bd temper a Western characteristic. Take for example the reactions of European to missing his train; he will invariably swear under his breath. Who in our can stand frustration without giving vent to anger? I soon had to master my own temper, having raised my voice against one of the innumerable people who stopped to stare at me and my smal party, I was told by a peasant: ‘’I cannot understand; you are a great man, how is it that small things like myself deserve your wrath?’’ After that I learned to be tolerant, realising that by getting mad I was only debasing myself, and that it was stupid to be bothered by trivialities.
— Michel Peissel, Mustang; A Lost Tibetan Kingdom
Travelling, he'd always thought, was where he'd meet his other self. Somewhere in a foreign place, he would bump into the bit of himself which was lost.
— Monique Roffey, Sun Dog
The moon, almost full, shines high in the sky in front of me. I roll down the window and rest my arm on top of the door frame. The night air blowing in softly through the open window feels cool on my face. For the moment, all seems right with the world.
— Kevin James Shay, It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Trip: On the Road of the Longest Two-Week Family Road Trip in History
I get butterflies every time I wander beautiful places I've never been.
— Katrice Cabral
What sort of adventures?' I asked him, astonished. ‘All sorts, Monsieur. Getting on the wrong train. Stopping in an unknown city. Losing your briefcase, being arrested by mistake, spending the night in prison. Monsieur, I believe the word adventure could be defined: an event out of the ordinary without being necessarily extraordinary.
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
You don't need a vacation when there's anything to escape from...
— El Fuego
Memories are sweet, cherish it...
— El Fuego
When visiting the Grand Canyon, make sure you hike into the canyon. And be careful not to fall or step in mule poop.
— McKenna Shay, It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Trip: On the Road of the Longest Two-Week Family Road Trip in History
Make sure you control the radio on a long road trip. You don't want to listen to some old-fashioned music the whole time.
— Preston Shay, It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Trip: On the Road of the Longest Two-Week Family Road Trip in History
There is nothing quite like a real political whiz. Some adopt an inscrutable, almost somnolent demeanour and make you beg for their wisdom, while others come at you like a whirlwind. The effect in both cases is the same: even when you think they must be extracting certitude from guesses or cucumbers from sunbeams, you are captive, not only to the verbal artistry but to the weight of the movement, the sense that on these matters to which you are now privy the course of history depends, Politics being civil war by other means, it is fought with the same volumes of smoke and passion and ruthless brutality, and it leaves some of the same psychic wounds. All political environments - democratic, republican and monarchical - have this much in common: it is never more than a short walk in any direction to find someone who disagrees with the last person you spoke to, or who envies or disapproves or wants to thwart him, or who feels thwarted, threatened or misused by him.As our conversation in the Four Seasons concluded, my friend stubbed out the butt of his cigar. I still had three inches to smoke. I left with it and later that evening I met a consultant, also from the Democratic side, who tried to put me wise to the first man’s failings. To be frank, I was left not knowing whom to believe. The consultant told me that these days he thinks it impossible for the US political system to throw up people or parties of true character, vision or integrity. (A businessman from the Republican side once told me the same thing.) Rather, the system is now ideal for hacks, ‘yes men’ and fodder for lobbyists. Political thinking has become institutionalised and incapable of solving the country’s problems. The press has lost character in proportion to the politician, and accepts their values and arguments almost without question. He thought universal national service with a non-military option might be one way to spread the burden and rekindle a sense of shared responsibility.
— Don Watson
When I opened the curtains in the morning I saw the intersection of two six-lane highways. It was a comfortable, well equipped, practical sort of place, as Holidays Inns tend to be. You can be happy at a place like this so long as you stay away from the coffee. And the restaurant, if you want to be sure. Perhaps not happy, but not unhappy. Or if unhappy, at least not threatened. A good motel creates a kind of stasis for the soul in transit. One should leave no worse than one arrived: that is the minimum requirement.
— Don Watson, American Journeys
No matter what genre of Author you are, the true merit of your work lies not within what dreams you inspire in others with your work, but who you help to to achieve their dreams. Author Jude Ouvrard has gone over and beyond, as had Author Anna Othitis in that department.
— Books On Fire Tour
I have learned that the swiftest traveller is he that goes afoot. I say to my friend, Suppose we try who will get [to Fitchburg from Concord] first. The distance is thirty miles; the fare ninety cents ... Well, I start now on foot, and get there before night; I have travelled at that rate by the week together. You will in the meanwhile have earned your fare, and arrive there some time tomorrow, or possibly this evening, if you are lucky enough to get a job in season. Instead of going to Fitchburg, you will be working here the greater part of the day. And so, if the railroad reached round the world, I think that I should keep ahead of you; and as for seeing the country and getting experience of that kind, I should have to cut your acquaintance altogether.
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden
...he starts telling them about our day, embellishing it so that it almost sounds fun. It's how all good travel stories are born. Nightmares spun into punch lines.
— Gayle Forman, Just One Year
For me, books have always been the greatest gifts. I love to give and receive them because I know they are a reflection of the giver.
— Colleen Mariotti, Livology: A Global Guide to a Deliberate Life
There is a whole generation of young people just like us wandering around Europe and the rest of the world, trying to find some meaning for why they are alive and what they should choose to do with their time. When Martha leaves and we sit in front of the fire in the living room, I look to Lily until she turns to me and I can see the grief that hides just under the surface of her expression. We are, or at least were, two of those lost souls: wanderers, backpackers, season workers, Wwoofers, Workawayers, travellers: searching the world for something or someplace to hold on to. And we have come home not because we have retired from trying to find answers and are ready to settle into adulthood, but because my death has come upon us fast and unexpected. I am not the first person of this generation of travellers- or any person who lives in this godless, superficial society- to die. But I think that it feels to Lily and to me, my mother too perhaps, that I may very well be.
— Annie Fisher, The Greater Picture
I only had to drop acid once to know that Timothy Leary was right about questioning authority.Motorcycling is like life. There's nothing solid about it. Something not even the asphalt under your tires.Time on a motorcycle is unlike time spent anywhere else. There are moments lost in the landscape, seconds devoted solely to balance, and long stretches spent spiraling inward.
— Barbara  Schoichet
Part of what makes roads, trails and paths so unique as built structures is that they cannot be perceived as a whole all at once by a sedentary onlooker. They unfold in time as one travels along them, just as a story does as one listens or reads, and a hairpin turn is like a plot twist, a steep ascent a building of suspense to the view at the summit, a fork in the road an introduction of a new storyline, arrival the end of the story. Just as writing allows one to read the words of someone who is absent, so roads make it possible to trace the route of the absent. Roads are a record of those who have gone before and to follow them is to follow people who are no longer there…
— Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust
We all seek that somewhere to which we belong and that somewhere is surely not here!
— Jasleen Kaur Gumber
The last time I’d spoken French I was twelve years old
—  before I reached my thirteenth birthday the teacher had correctly steered me into woodwork classes.
We also want to leave our own area behind, our domestic world so well regulated day to day; we are drawn by the desire no longer to be at home and therefore no longer to be ourselves. We want to interrupt a life where we merely exist, in order to live more.
— Stefan Zweig
In America everything goes and nothing matters, while in Europe nothing goes and everything matters.
— Philip Roth
Loveyoubye
— Jen Malone, Wanderlost
I fall asleep thinking there is no better elixir than travel. Old things always bored me, boredom always scared me, while travel—travel is a carnival of wild affairs.
— Carol Vorvain, Why Not?: The island where happiness starts with a question
If you're in a country and you want to learn about it, it's a good idea to go and found out what they have to say for themselves; you might want to write a good story about it, when they're not looking.
— Marion Davies, The Times We Had: Life with William Randolph Hearst
It is such a privilege to learn from children as they discover new worlds of possibility and give themselves full over to their dreams, inspiring a few adults along the way.
— Colleen Mariotti, Livology: A Global Guide to a Deliberate Life
Sometimes you do not need a particular destination to go, you just need a travel; the place you want to go is the travel itself!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Travel, for me, is a breathtaking experience. A humbling for the soul and the realization that we are all in this together.
— Michael Holbrook, Dear You, Live! Love, Life
That's what a poem is. Words which have a hidden meaning. A poem is like a secret.
— Monique Roffey, Archipelago
More than a plan the right companion is who makes your travel memorable.
— Sanjeet Veen
It's like rock n' roll for your eyes.
— Paul Howard, Vagrants in Paradise: a travel-humor essay
Bilbo was sadly reflecting that adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine...
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
In long-range planning for a trip, I think there is a private conviction that it won’t happen. As the day approached, my warm bed and comfortable house grew increasingly desirable and my dear wife incalculably precious. To give these up for three months for the terrors of the uncomfortable and unknown seemed crazy. I didn’t want to go. Something had to happen to forbid my going, but it didn’t.
— John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
There is one thing I can say for certain: the older a person gets, the lonelier he becomes. It's true for everyone. But maybe that isn't wrong. What I mean is, in a sense our lives are nothing more than a series of stages to help us get used to loneliness. That being the case, there's no reason to complain. And besides who would be complaint to anyway? (A Walk To Kobe, Granta 124: Travel)
— Haruki Murakami, A Walk to Kobe
Travel is a set of corrective lenses that helps focus the planet's blurred reality.
— Andrew Solomon, Far & Away: Places on the Brink of Change: Seven Continents, Twenty-Five Years
And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey--a look of longing. "Lord! I wish I could go.
— John Steinbeck
Sunflowers hellos from gate to gate. The hour at the square. Candy, art, books, look. A warmth given. Beauties with rain forest hair Walk by the clock tower. Sunlight of neon, the keys inside their eyes. No storms. Traffic sounds, salt air. Salt that moves the thirst and destroys all the fears.
— Gwen Calvo
Wait for it to rain and then go out into the street.
— Gwen Calvo
Something right in the morning can turn into something wrong in the afternoon! Even if you are on the right path, you must still question the rightness of your path! Conditions perpetually change! Update your path and your travel constantly!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
For of this world one never sees enough and to dine in harmony with nature is one of the gentlest and loveliest things we can do.
— James A. Michener, Iberia
Perhaps it is the setting
—  rules tend to reduce their grip when you cross borders.
To travel across Spain and finally to reach Barcelona is like drinking a respectable red wine and finishing up with a bottle of champagne.
— James A. Michener, Iberia
We have a set of rules for our faith, our sexuality, our marriages, our dating relationships, for choosing a church—nothing is off-limits. We tell ourselves to always do this, and never do that, and everything will turn out perfectly. Worse than that, we back up our rules with Bible verses and tell everyone else to follow them too.
— Allison Fallon
My own experiences in the wild rank in value just behind the birth of my children, my wedding, and the memorial services and graduations I’ve attended. I am permanently affected by those solitary encounters with land, sky, and water, and all that’s contained within. I don’t really know if I am a better person because of them, but I am happier for them." Letters, The American Scholar, Autumn 2016
— Jeff Rasley
I had the endless day, months and months of endless days, and yet my return date bounded this sense of boundlessness, kept it from becoming threatening.
— Ben Lerner, Leaving the Atocha Station
Each member of this shadowy network resented the others, who were irritating reminders that nothing was more American, whatever that means, than fleeing the American, whatever that is, and that their soft version of self-imposed exile was just another of late empire's packaged tours.
— Ben Lerner
Human migration is an important part of our ancestral story. The places we live shape us, the places we leave behind forges our history, and the places we might travel to becomes our mysterious future.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
He and I suddenly saw the whole country like an oyster for us to open; and the pearl was there, the pearl was there.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We're all astronauts, really, aren't we; interstellar astronauts, travelling so far into the blackness we can never return.
— S.K. Tremayne
and so I opened my eyes and I opened my mind and I saw something I never would have noticed on a bicycle unless I was going very, very fast down a very long hill. Because of the speed of the bus and how I was exerting no effort, the telephone wires on the side of the road, sagging between poles, went up and down with the same rhythm as my heartbeat.
— Antoine Wilson, Panorama City
We all have that one friend who is either on a road-trip or planning a road-trip or thinking about a road-trip or talking to people who are on road-trip or posting quotes about road-trip.
— Crestless Wave
And I keep wandering in search of a nothingness...
— Avijeet Das
It is hardly unusual for a young man to be drawn to a pursuit considered reckless by his elders; engaging in risky behavior is a rite of passage in our culture no less than in most others. Danger has always held a certain allure. That, in large part, is why so many teenagers drive too fast and drink too much and take too many drugs, why it has always been so easy for nations to recruit young men to go to war. It can be argued that youthful derring-do is in fact evolutionarily adaptive, a behavior encoded in our genes. McCandless, in his fashion, merely took risk-taking to its logical extreme.
— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
The journey is greater than the destination.
— Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle
There are no safe voyages and no safe ports.
— Marty Rubin
I pass to the Stationery Department. I buy several fountain and stylographic pens - it being my experience that, though a fountain pen in England behaves in an exemplary manner, the moment it is let loose in desert surroundings, it perceives that it is at liberty to go on strike and behaves accordingly, either spouting ink indiscriminately over me, my clothes, my notebook and anything else handy, or else coyly refusing to do anything but scratch invisibly across the surface of the paper. I also buy a modest two pencils. Pencils are, fortunately, not temperamental, and though given to a knack of quiet disappearance, I have always a resource at hand. After all, what is the use of an architect if not to borrow pencils from.
— Agatha Christie Mallowan, Come, Tell Me How You Live
I have no home in the sense that is generally understood and so there is nothing to prevent me enjoying to the uttermost the spirit of wanderlust that has entered my soul. I am never lonely. How can I be when there is so much to see and admire in the world?
— Gertrude Benham
His introduction throws me. The only time I can envision "Hi, I'm a surgeon" as a fitting introduction is if I were on a gurney in a stark white room and a man wielding a scalpel was standing over me. Plus, it's been a while since we've talked careers with anyone. Jobs are rarely a topic of conversation anymore--they exist in a place and time too far away to seem interesting. "What do you do?" is not a question asked to define someone, because out here we're all working the same jobs: yachties, mechanics, navigators, weather-readers, fishermen, adventure travelers, storytellers.
— Torre DeRoche, Love with a Chance of Drowning
Albatrosses and penguins are the last birds I'd want to murder.
— Bruce Chatwin, In Patagonia
I bought the wrong face soap. Why? Because it says smooth face cleanser on it. I put it on my face and I'm fairly certain it's lotion. I also bought something that says "Body soufflé." What is that? Is it a lotion? Is it shower gel? Am I supposed to eat it?
— Heather Jonasson, Life In the Land Of the Ice and Snow: Essays, Observations, and Lies
Ethel and Frances found a means for consolation together: travel.
— Nancy Carpentier Brown
Frances was not only grieving her sister's loss, but also striving to reconcile in her mind the tragedy with the idea of a loving God. Restless and aching, Frances climbed mountains in the Swiss Alps, where their hotel had a view of beautiful Mount Rigi.
— Nancy Carpentier Brown
Real traveling is not about visiting places but 're-visiting' our inner-self.
— Sorrab Singha
Terrible things happened when you were least expecting them...But it seemed that wonderful things could happen too. You could be forced to take a trip, not knowing who you would meet. Not knowing that it would change your life.
— Morgan Matson, Amy & Roger's Epic Detour
all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody's reach. A place beyond the flow of time.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
But our back is to legends and we are coming home. I suppose this is the first taste of it.''There is a long road yet,' said Gandalf.'But it is the last road,' said Bilbo.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
By allowing the group of people whom we call “our loved ones” to continually expand, we realize that this group is actually limitless. It is only narrow-mindedness and a superficial convention that makes us divide people into friends and strangers. The world-traveler soon learns to see in every person he interacts with a potential friend .
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
There is no real conflict between nationalism and globalism. On the contrary: It is to the extent that a nation becomes more global in its achievements that it becomes admirable.
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
The culmination of every supreme nationalism is a consummate universalism.
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
…So, um, you’re from Rochester? Like, New York?” Jersey asked.“Yup, we used to live out there,” Rudger confirmed, nonchalant. “You ever been?”“Naw, the closest I’ve ever been to there would be… well, believe it or not, New Jersey, the place where my parents named me after. It was crowded, polluted and full of crime… I loved it.
— Rebecca McNutt, Danvers: The Reckoning
The stars are far brighterThan gems without measure,The moon is far whiterThan silver in treasure;The fire is more shiningOn hearth in the gloamingThan gold won by mining,So why go a-roaming?
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
The world-traveler must, on the one hand, be ready (and actually seek) to visit a tribe in the Solomon Islands or stay with Tibetan nomads; on the other hand, he has to be prepared, when it is required, to wear his suit to attend a classical music concert in a big metropolis. Just as an important part of exploring Brazil is to visit its shantytowns, it is an indispensable part of understanding the French culture to eat at a gourmet restaurant in Paris.
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
Legs: the symbol of my solitude, my individual path, my uniqueness. Arms: the symbol of togetherness, my connection to others, my belonging to the human race. My legs make me who I am; they create my solitary path. My arms make me who I belong to; they connect me to the world.
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
Every question may be considered the beginning, the prerequisite of the search for knowledge. Every answer may be considered the fruition of a question.
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
The merchant increases the speed of the city. The musician slows it down. The merchant intensifies the urban stress, the noise, the chaos. The musician makes you slow down, find your center. This holds true in all cities and countries.
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
What a pity that the Earth, in spite of modern transport, still remains unknown to most. We are all extraterrestrials on Earth! Soon after we set out to explore the world, we realize that we have been living on an unknown planet all along. Paradoxically, the moment one becomes a world-traveler, he simultaneously becomes an extraterrestrial exploring an alien planet.
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
Many of us do not believe that it is truly possible to see the whole world in the same way as we travel and see, say, Italy or Spain. However, if we pretend for a moment that there are no borders separating one country from another, if we actually realize that these borders are nothing but imaginary lines drawn on maps and in historians’ heads, we may easily come to view our planet as one country, one destination – as the moon or Mars were when we first set out to explore them.
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
Our common humanity is neither a rationalization nor a deduction. It is as much a given as our nationality.
— Nicos Hadjicostis, Destination Earth- A New Philosophy of Travel by a World-Traveler
We trifle with France and labour with Germany, we sentimentalize over Italy and ecstacise over Spain- but England we love.
— Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Shuttle
[The long ride to Riyadh]When I first travelled, I was naive, sloppy, wide-eyed, and nothing happened to me. That’s probably where the dumb luck came in. Then I began to read the guidebooks, the State Department warnings, the endless elucidation of national norms, cultural cues and insults and regional dangers, and I became wary, careful, savvy. I kept my money taped inside my shoe, or strapped to my stomach. I took any kind of precaution, believing that the people of this area did this, and the people of that province did that. But then, finally, I realised no one of any region did anything I have ever expected them to do, much less anything the guidebooks said they would. Instead, they behaved as everyone behaves, which is to say they behave as individuals of damnably infinite possibility. Anyone could do anything, in theory, but most of the time everyone everywhere acts with plain bedrock decency, helping where help is needed, guiding where guidance is necessary. It’s almost weird.
— Dave Eggers
A girl who travels has relationships that are based not on security, but on sincerity
— lauren klarfeld
No man can live this life and emerge unchanged. He will carry, however faint, the imprint of the desert, the brand which marks the nomad; and he will have within him the yearning to return, weak or insistent according to his nature. For this cruel land can cast a spell which no temperate clime can match.
— Wilfred Thesiger
When coming back, we may notice we have changed because others haven’t.
— lauren klarfeld
A girl who travels has learned how to dance barefoot. She’s learned to place her toes in the sand and dance through rhythm, not through rehearsed footwork. She’s learned to follow what she likes, not what she needs to like.
— lauren klarfeld
While the people of Madrid seem to have resigned to selling almost anything - the one thing they have never given up on so far - is time. It is the one commodity that is never sold and always shared.
— lauren klarfeld
Constant comparisons are the stamp of the foreigner; one continually translates manners and customs of a new country into terms of his own, before he can fully comprehend them.
— Willa Cather, Willa Cather in Europe: Her Own Story of the First Journey
The last we heard of him was a picture postcard from Mazatlan, on the Pacific coast of Mexico, containing a message of two words: "Hello - Goodbye!" and no address.
— Tennessee Williams
You know that feeling when you first arrive in a new city? However tired you are, however shattered by the flight, you are impatient to get out and sample the streets, the life, the action.
— Geoff Dyer, Yoga for People Who Can't Be Bothered to Do It
We believed Paris was the start of us. It's the kind of city that makes you think of beginnings, or even juicy middles. Paris is a book to savor, in whole or in part, at any time and in any season. At age ninety or at thirty-four, you can open any chapter and read from there.
— Michelle Gable, I'll See You in Paris
Date a girl who travels they said, but please, know that you will never tame her nor keep her. Because she’ll never sign her letters off with a “your truly” - but always with a “see you when I see you
— lauren klarfeld
If you’ve gone to travel to have fun, you will most likely have no new choices to make. But if you have gone travelling to grow, then you are bound to have to make that choice—that of making a new home and welcoming people in it regardless of how different they are from you.
— lauren klarfeld
A girl who travels won’t need a saviour
—  she’ll need an accompanier. And she’ll need someone who lives that way too.
sometimes we are so lonely that we are more ready to fall in love with the concept of a person than the person in itself. Some people are thirsty for life, while others are hungry for love - and a girl who travels will know that there have been people who have fallen in love with her for the wrong reasons
— lauren klarfeld
Those who travel outward seek completeness in things
—  those who gaze inward find sufficiency in themselves.
There are two kinds of persons which cannot be trusted in this world : the ones who do not greet you with a firm handshake and the ones who do not eat prawn heads.
— Nelson Carvalheiro, The Portuguese Travel Cookbook
People entered the park and became polite and cozy and fakey to each other because the atmosphere of the park made them that way. In the entire time he had lived within a hundred miles of it he had visited it only once or twice.
— Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values
To be away from home and yet find oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet remain hidden from the world.
— Charles Baudelaire
I could leave—because I could return. I could return—because I knew adventure lay just beyond an open door. Instead of either/or, I discovered a whole world of and.
— Gloria Steinem, My Life on the Road
We must dare to travel on unexplored path.
— Lailah Gifty Akita