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The Chinese say that there is no scenery in your home town. They’re right. Being in another place heightens the senses, allows you to see more, enjoy more, take delight in small things; it makes life richer. You feel more alive, less cocooned.
— Jane Wilson-Howarth, A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas
There are several other sources of enjoyment in a long voyage, which are of a more reasonable nature. The map of the world ceases to be a blank; it becomes a picture full of the most varied and animated figures. Each part assumes its proper dimensions: continents are not looked at in the light of islands, or islands considered as mere specks, which are, in truth, larger than many kingdoms of Europe. Africa, or North and South America, are well-sounding names, and easily pronounced; but it is not until having sailed for weeks along small portions of their shores, that one is thoroughly convinced what vast spaces on our immense world these names imply.
— Charles Darwin, Voyage of the Beagle
Inscribed on it was a verse from the Quatrains of Omar Khayyam, the eleventh-century Persian mystic. Reading the words aloud I prepared for a most amazing journey:The sages who have compassed sea and land,Their secret to search out and understand,My mind misgives me if they ever solveThe scheme on which the universe is planned.
— Tahir Shah, Beyond The Devil's Teeth
Unless there is a strong sense of place there is no travel writing, but it need not come from topographical description; dialogue can also convey a sense of place. Even so, I insist, the traveler invents the place. Feeling compelled to comment on my travel books, people say to me, "I went there"---China, India, the Pacific, Albania-- "and it wasn't like that." I say, "Because I am not you.
— Paul Theroux, The Best American Travel Writing 2001
You're not traveling if you already know everything.
— Erica Bauermeister, Joy for Beginners
See it, learn it, do it ALL.
— Jamie McCall
Venice appeared to me as in a recurring dream, a place once visited and now fixed in memory like images on a photographer’s plates so that my return was akin to turning the leaves of a portfolio: a scene of the gondolas moored by the railway station; the Grand Canal in twilight; the Rialto bridge; the Piazza San Marco; the shimmering, rippling wonderland; the bustling water traffic; the fish market; the Lido beach and boardwalk; Teeny in the launch; the singing, gesturing gondoliers; the bourgeois tourists drinking coffee at Florian’s; the importunate beggars; the drowned girl’s ghost haunting the Bridge of Sighs; the pigeons, mosquitoes and fetor of decay.
— Gary Inbinder, The Flower to the Painter
Adventure can be an end in itself. Self-discovery is the secret ingredient...
— Grace Lichtenstein
Sometimes a bus is your bus, and sometimes it ain't, and it's important that you can tell the difference.
— Steven J. Carroll, The Road to Jericho
I was becoming addicted to Bombay. There was squalor and poverty, but I had begun to realise my good fortune and would never again forget it.
— Tahir Shah, Beyond The Devil's Teeth
You cannot travel to the known
—  because all travels are towards the future and the future is unknown!
The ancient paused for a moment, as if his strength were failing. Yet I sensed that there was more to tell. Looking deep into my eyes, he whispered: 'The Gond kingdoms have fallen, their people live dispersed in poverty: the teak trees and the jungles have been cleared... but the importance of the Gonds must not be forgotten!
— Tahir Shah, Beyond The Devil's Teeth
It reflects like an optical instrument and responds to changes in the weather so sensitively that it seems like a part of the sky rather than of the land. And along with all that, Baikal is distinctly Asiatic: if a camel caravan could somehow transport Baikal across Siberia to Europe, and curious buyers unwrapped it in a marketplace, none would mistake it for a lake from around there.
— Ian Frazier, Travels in Siberia
They lied, you know,” said Cpl. Allan Richmond. He hugged thewall next to Owens. Beside him, PFC Bucky Hatton crouched low, aBrowning 1911 semiautomatic gripped tightly in his hand.“Who?” asked Bart, glad to be out of the wind and rain, even if itwas only for a short time.“The assholes who said France was beautiful.
— Brian W. Matthews, Forever Man
Travel is a joy, full of surprises. Perhaps some of the most enjoyable times are those where one comes close to disaster: the risks add spice, and make for great stories when you are safely back home again.
— Jane Wilson-Howarth, How to Shit Around the World: The Art of Staying Clean and Healthy While Traveling
Living in 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
There's a mathematics to nesting, I'm sure, that explains how length of stay + space available = accumulating way too much stuff.
— Amy Smith, All Roads Lead to Austen: A Yearlong Journey with Jane
The best thing about flying first class....was that you could be as nutty as a fruitcake and were still treated like the Queen of Sheba.
— Sarah-Kate Lynch, Finding Tom Connor
Travel experiences are emotionally loaded. Often there is excitement and stimulation. The tingle-factor though comes partly from the fact that we're stressed, just a little.
— Jane Wilson-Howarth, The Essential Guide to Travel Health: Don't Let Bugs, Bites, and Bowels Spoil Your Trip
What one learns in a classroom is just a very small part of learning process . The real learning starts when one crosses borders and travels miles for the real knowledge.
— vivek sahni
To Mr. Blot, who went through life an unconscious example of the raison d'être of the British Empire, a shipwreck was merely one of the many things to be ignored. His was a calming influence.
— Cornelia Otis Skinner, Our Hearts Were Young and Gay: An Unforgettable Comic Chronicle of Innocents Abroad in the 1920s
I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.
— J.A. Redmerski, The Edge of Never
Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was.
— Nick Miller, Isn't It Pretty To Think So?
Odd, some might think. Why someone would need to travel so far to find oneself. Surely a look in the mirror would suffice, and wouldn’t that be cheaper too? But the mirror lies, and the eyes that do the looking conspire too.
— Farish A. Noor
With languages, you are at home anywhere.
— Edward De Waal
Perhaps it's true you can't go back in time, but you can return to the scene of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fateful decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal.
— Eric    Weiner, The Geography of Bliss: One Grump's Search for the Happiest Places in the World
As is often the case when I travel, my vulnerability -- like not knowing what the hell I'm going to do upon arrival -- makes me more open to outside interactions than I might be when I'm at home and think I know best what needs to be done. On the road, serendipity is given space to enter my life.
— Andrew McCarthy, The Longest Way Home: One Man's Quest for the Courage to Settle Down
The passion for travelling is, I believe, instinctive in some natures. We have seen men persevere in their enterprises against the most formidable obstacles; and, without means or friends, and even ignorant of the languages of the various countries through which they passed, pursue their perilous journeys into remote places, until, like the knight in the Arabian tale, they succeeded in snatching a memorial from every shrine they visited.
— James Holman
It is part of wisdom never to revisit a wilderness, for the more golden the lily, the more certain that someone has gilded it.
— Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There
We'd never seen anything as green as these rice paddies. It was not just the paddies themselves: the surrounding vegetation - foliage so dense the trees lost track of whose leaves were whose - was a rainbow coalition of one colour: green. There was an infinity of greens, rendered all the greener by splashes of red hibiscus and the herons floating past, so white and big it seemed as if sheets hung out to dry had suddenly taken wing. All other colours - even purple and black - were shades of green. Light and shade were degrees of green. Greenness, here, was less a colour than a colonising impulse. Everything was either already green - like a snake, bright as a blade of grass, sidling across the footpath - or in the process of becoming so. Statues of the Buddha were mossy, furred with green.
— Geoff Dyer, Yoga for People Who Can't Be Bothered to Do It
When you are walking down the road in Bali and your pass a stranger, the very first question he or she will ask you is, "Where are you going?" The second question is, "Where are you coming from?" To a Westerner, this can seem like a rather invasive inquiry from a perfect stranger, but they're just trying to get an orientation on you, trying to insert you into the grid for the purposes of security and comfort. If you tell them that you don't know where you're going, or that you're just wandering about randomly, you might instigate a bit of distress in the heart of your new Balinese friend. It's far better to pick some kind of specific direction -- anywhere -- just so everybody feels better.The third question a Balinese will almost certainly ask you is, "Are you married?" Again, it's a positioning and orienting inquiry. It's necessary for them to know this, to make sure that you are completely in order in your life. They really want you to say yes. it's such a relief to them when you say yes. If you're single, it's better not to say so directly. And I really recommend that you not mention your divorce at all, if you happen to have had one. It just makes the Balinese so worried. The only thing your solitude proves to them is your perilous dislocation from the grid. If you are a single woman traveling through Bali and somebody asks you, "Are you married?" the best possible answer is: "Not yet." This is a polite way of saying, "No," while indicating your optimistic intentions to get that taken care of just as soon as you can.Even if you are eighty years old, or a lesbian, or a strident feminist, or a nun, or an eighty-year-old strident feminist lesbian nun who has never been married and never intends to get married, the politest possible answer is still: "Not yet.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre?'WorriesForget your worriesAll the stations full of cracks tilted along the wayThe telegraph wires they hang fromThe grimacing poles that gesticulate and strangle themThe world stretches lengthens and folds in like an accordion tormented by a sadistic handIn the cracks of the sky the locomotives in angerFleeAnd in the holes,The whirling wheels the mouths the voicesAnd the dogs of misfortune that bark at our heelsThe demons are unleashedIron railsEverything is off-keyThe broun-roun-roun of the wheelsShocksBouncesWe are a storm under a deaf man's skull...'Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre?'Hell yes, you're getting on my nerves you know very well we're far awayOverheated madness bellows in the locomotivePlague, cholera rise up like burning embers on our wayWe disappear in the war sucked into a tunnelHunger, the whore, clings to the stampeding cloudsAnd drops battle dung in piles of stinking corpsesDo like her, do your job'Tell me, Blaise, are we very far from Montmartre?
— Blaise Cendrars, Prose of the Trans-Siberian and of the Little Jeanne de France
Real travel is not about the highlights with which you dazzle your friends once you're home. It's about the loneliness, the solitude, the evenings spent by yourself, pining to be somewhere else. Those are the moments of true value. You feel half proud of them and half ashamed and you hold them to your heart.
— Tahir Shah, In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams
After a day and a half or so the traveler will realize that crossing the continent by Interstate he gets to know the country about as well as a cable messenger knows the sea bottom.
— Wallace Stegner, American Places
We all look back at some time or other and wonder why we didn't listen to our instincts. Why did we hestiate? Why did we lose our dreams?
— Diane Griffith, Chasing Dreams in Lefkas
In the cramped confines of the toilet I had trouble getting out of my wet trousers, which clung to my legs like a drowning man. The new ones were quite complicated too in that they had more legs than a spider; either that or they didn't have enough legs to get mine into. The numbers failed to add up. Always there was one trouser leg too many or one of my legs was left over. From the outside it may have looked like a simple toilet, but once you were locked in here the most basic rules of arithmetic no longer held true.
— Geoff Dyer, Yoga for People Who Can't Be Bothered to Do It
I bow my head submissively and see that my chest is heaving, already dotted with the telltale ﬂush of sexual arousal.
— Donna George Storey, Amorous Woman
The pen is truly mightier than the sword. Unless you're holding a pen and the other guy's holding a sword.
— Dave Besseling, The Liquid Refuses to Ignite
Soon you catch your first glimpse of a vineyard basking in the sun, its broad leaves silently turning sunlight into sugar, ripening vitis vinifera, the European grapes that make the world’s finest wines. For a moment you might imagine you’ve been mysteriously wafted to the French countryside, but no, this is the East End of Long Island, the most exciting new wine region in North America. You’ve reached your destination, but your journey of discovery has barely begun
— Jane Taylor Starwood, Long Island Wine Country: Award-Winning Vineyards Of The North Fork And The Hamptons
Be as intellectual as you like about it, but India is brilliantly mad. And if you want to love it, you have to hate it first.
— Simon Dring, On The Road Again: Thirty Years on the Traveller's Trail to India
...in the unique case of a country’s geographic position, it is difficult to consider this factor as anything other than a cause, unless we assume that in prehistoric times peoples migrated to climates that fit their concepts of power distance, which is rather far-fetched.
— Geert Hofstede, Cultures and Organizations: Software of the Mind - Intercultural Cooperation and Its Importance for Survival
It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
It’s an irritating reality that many places and events defy description. Angkor Wat and Machu Picchu, for instance, seem to demand silence, like a love affair you can never talk about. For a while after,you fumble for words, trying vainly to assemble a private narrative, an explanation, a comfortable way to frame where you’ve been and whats happened. In the end, you’re just happy you were there- with your eyes open- and lived to see it.
— Anthony Bourdain, The Nasty Bits: Collected Varietal Cuts, Usable Trim, Scraps, and Bones
It is a bitter-sweet thing, knowing two cultures. Once you leave your birthplace nothing is ever the same.
— Sarah Turnbull, Almost French: Love and a New Life in Paris
To become a writer a person must read constantly, the more varied the writers and their material then all the better. One must also have a lot of life experience, travel to exotic locations and live among the local people. Yet most importantly a writer needs the determination to keep at their writing regardless of what others might say or think about it
— Andrew James Pritchard
There is no "wrong train.
— CrimethInc., Evasion
In those years before mobile phones, email and Skype, travelers depended on the rudimentary communications system known as the postcard. Other methods--the long-distance phone call, the telegram--were marked "For Emergency Use Only." So my parents waved me off into the unknown, and their news bulletins about me would have been restricted to "Yes, he's arrived safely,"and "Last time we heard he was in Oregon," and "We expect him back in a few weeks." I'm not saying this was necessarily better, let alone more character-forming; just that in my case it probably helped not to have my parents a button's touch away, spilling out anxieties and long-range weather forecasts, warning me against floods, epidemics and psychos who preyed on backpackers.
— Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending
The truth is that exploration and enlargement make the world smaller. The telegraph and the steamboat make the world smaller. The telescope makes the world smaller; it is only the microscope that makes it larger. Before long the world will be cloven with a war between the telescopists and the microscopists. The first study large things and live in a small world; the second study small things and live in a large world. It is inspiriting without doubt to whizz in a motor-car round the earth, to feel Arabia as a whirl of sand or China as a flash of rice-fields. But Arabia is not a whirl of sand and China is not a flash of rice-fields. They are ancient civilizations with strange virtues buried like treasures. If we wish to understand them it must not be as tourists or inquirers, it must be with the loyalty of children and the great patience of poets. To conquer these places is to lose them.
— G.K. Chesterton, Heretics
The real home of man is not his house but the road. Life itself is a travel that has to be done by foot.
— Bruce Chatwin
You think of travellers as bold, but our guilty secret is that travel is one of the laziest ways on earth of passing the time.
— Paul Theroux, Ghost Train to the Eastern Star
...Bhutan all but bases its identity upon its loneliness, and its refusal to b assimilated into India, or Tibet, or Nepal. Vietnam, at present, is a pretty girl with her face pressed up against the window of the dance hall, waiting to be invited in; Iceland is the mystic poet in the corner, with her mind on other things. Argentina longs to be part of the world it left and, in its absence, re-creates the place it feels should be its home; Paraguay simply slams the door and puts up a Do Not Disturb sign. Loneliness and solitude, remoteness and seclusion, are many worlds apart.
— Pico Iyer
Everyone is a Wordsworth in certain moods, and every traveler seeks out places that every traveler has missed.
— Pico Iyer, Falling Off the Map: Some Lonely Places of the World
On that trip I learnt something very important. Escape through travel works. Almost from the moment I boarded my flight, life in England became meaningless. Seat-belt signs lit up, problems switched off. Broken armrests took precedence over broken hearts. By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed." (The Beach)
— Alex Garland
Traveling can never be taken for granted, no matter how meticulous the preparations.
— Eugene Linden, The Ragged Edge of the World: Encounters at the Frontier Where Modernity, Wildlands, and Indigenous People Meet
by travelling to all the corners of the globe it allows me to further define the ever changing world we live in, which in turn helps me to redefine myself, therefore it is an important process towards becoming a complete person.
— Andrew James Pritchard, The Man in Seat 11B
If the landscape of human emotion were to exist in country, it would be in Italy." ~Lisa Fantino/Amalfi Blue
— Lisa Fantino, Amalfi Blue, lost & found in the south of Italy
...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...
— Kellie Elmore, Magic in the Backyard
In any age, there is no shortage of people willing to embark on a hazardous adventure. Columbus and Magellan filled eight ships between them for voyages into the void. One hundred and fifty years ago, the possibilities offered by missionary service were limitless and first-rate. Later, Scott and Shackleton turned away droves after filling their crews for their desperate Antarctic voyages. In 1959 ... sailor H.W. Tilman, looking for a crew for a voyage in an old wooden yacht to the Southern Ocean, ran this ad in the London Times: "Hand [man] wanted for long voyage in small boat. No pay, no prospects, not much pleasure." Tilman received more replies than he could investigate, one from as far away as Saigon.
— Peter Nichols, Evolution's Captain: The Dark Fate of the Man Who Sailed Charles Darwin Around the World
And so I told him how living in Japan would give him a leisure no mere tourist has, to know the rhythms of the place, a land of tiny poems.
— Donna George Storey, Amorous Woman
The French know the intrinsic value of holding on to the past, its pleasures, its promises, and its tender mercies.
— Peggy Kopman-Owens, The Promise - Yposchesi
You wind back the clock several decades when you visit a Lonely Place; and when you touch down, you half expect a cabin attendant to announce, "We have now landed in Lonely Place's Down-at-Heels Airport, where the local time is 1943 and the temperature is...frozen.
— Pico Iyer, Falling Off the Map: Some Lonely Places of the World
This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile.
— Peggy Kopman-Owens, Never Change
...[I]t behooves a man who wants to see wonders sometimes to go out of his way.
— John Mandeville, The Travels of Sir John Mandeville
If I'm an advocate for anything, it's to move. As far as you can, as much as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river. The extent to which you can walk in someone else's shoes or at least eat their food, it's a plus for everybody.Open your mind, get up off the couch, move.
— Anthony Bourdain
Now, bring me that horizon.
— Johnny Depp
Wanderlust is incurable.
— Mark Jenkins, The Hard Way: Stories of Danger, Survival, and the Soul of Adventure
‎W. H. Auden once suggested that to understand your own country you need to have lived in at least two others. One can say something similar for periods of time: to understand your own century you need to have come to terms with at least two others. The key to learning something about the past might be a ruin or an archive but the means whereby we may understand it is--and always will be--ourselves.
— Ian Mortimer, The Time Traveller's Guide to Medieval England: A Handbook for Visitors to the Fourteenth Century
They hadn't much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.
— Zelda Fitzgerald
Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train. I am not inspired; nothing so uncomfortable as that. I am never seized with a sudden idea for a masterpiece, nor form a sudden plan for some new enterprise. My thoughts are just pleasantly reflective. I think of all the good deeds I have done, and (when these give out) of all the good deeds I am going to do. I look out of the window and say lazily to myself, “How jolly to live there”; and a little farther on, “How jolly not to live there.” I see a cow, and I wonder what it is like to be a cow, and I wonder whether the cow wonders what it is to be like me; and perhaps, by this time, we have passed on to a sheep, and I wonder if it is more fun being a sheep. My mind wanders on in a way which would annoy Pelman a good deal, but it wanders on quite happily, and the “clankety-clank” of the train adds a very soothing accompaniment. So soothing, indeed, that at any moment I can close my eyes and pass into a pleasant state of sleep.
— A.A. Milne
Maps are essential. Planning a journey without a map is like building a house without drawings.
— Mark Jenkins, The Hard Way: Stories of Danger, Survival, and the Soul of Adventure
At the root of Japanese manufacturing lies a feminine delicacy and shyness as well as a childlike curiosity and fantasy-filled worldview.
— Morinosuke Kawaguchi, Geeky-Girly Innovation: A Japanese Subculturalist's Guide to Technology and Design
Every journey is personal. Every journey is spiritual. You can't compare them, can't replace, can't repeat. You can bring back the memories but they only bring tears to your eyes.
— Riana Ambarsari
Whenever I travel to the South, the first thing I do is visit the best barbecue place between the airport and my hotel. An hour or two later I visit the best barbecue place between my hotel and dinner.
— Jeffrey Steingarten, The Man Who Ate Everything
There are people in this world so rich that when it rains they simply fly away on private jets in search of sun.
— Peggy Kopman-Owens, Too Rich For Rain
For my part, i travel not to go anywhere but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move
— Robert Davis Stevenson
There is, of course, always the personal satisfaction of writing down one's own experiences so they may be saved, caught and pinned under glass, hoarded against the winter of forgetfulness. Time has been cheated a little, at least, in one's own life, and a personal, trivial immortality of an old self assured.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh, North to the Orient
For anyone who wanted to throw away his watch, along with his past, this was the place.
— Peggy Kopman-Owens, Underground - L' Autre Metro
After every shirt she looks at me and smiles, letting go of air she no longer needs. She laughs after the sweater, knowing I’m gonna tell her it’s too hot for it, knowing she’ll say it’s for the plane and ask “what if the room gets cold?
— Darnell Lamont Walker, Book of She
A (wo)men travels the world over in search of wht (s)he needs and returns home to find it
— Barbara Magro, Recipes to Remember: My Epicurean Journey to Preserve My Mother's Italian Cooking from Memory Loss
Contentment can only be found in not envying others or comparing yourself to them but in being satisfied with what you have.
— Larry Herzberg, Chinese Proverbs and Popular Sayings: With Observations on Culture and Language
Poverty and loneliness could be seen as a liberation from strivings to become rich and popular.
— Donald Richie, A Tractate on Japanese Aesthetics
How could I ever forget my best friend, the man, who had changed my destiny simply by allowing me to write about him?
— Peggy Kopman-Owens, Never Change
Tokyo is a very safe city. At night it becomes quiet the way New York never does.
— Rick Kennedy, Little Adventures in Tokyo: 39 Thrills for the Urban Explorer
In Japan, so many emoticons have been created that it’s reasonable to assume Japanese appreciate their convenience more than anyone else.
— Morinosuke Kawaguchi, Geeky-Girly Innovation: A Japanese Subculturalist's Guide to Technology and Design
One very good way to invite stares of disapproval in Japan is to walk and eat at the same time.
— Andrew Horvat, Japanese Beyond Words: How to Walk and Talk Like a Native Speaker
In Paris, everything was fixable for the right price.
— Peggy Kopman-Owens, The Clue - L' Indice
One wants never to give up this crystalline perspective. One wants to keep counterpositioning home with what one knows of alternative realities, as they exist in Tunis or Hyderabad. One wants never to forget that nothing here is normal, that the streets are different in Wisebaden, and Louyang, that this is just one of many possible worlds.
— Alain de Botton, A Week at the Airport: A Heathrow Diary
Beware. Those with the least amount of authority exercise it the most often.
— Peggy Kopman-Owens, GAMAN The Japanese Art of Patience
Girly’ products can spur Japan’s growth in this century every bit as much as, if not more than, the ‘manly’ technologies.
— Morinosuke Kawaguchi, Geeky-Girly Innovation: A Japanese Subculturalist's Guide to Technology and Design
For Delta blueman Robert Johnson and his contemporaries, the train was the eternal metaphor for the travelling life, and it still holds true today. There is no travel like it. Train lines carve through all facets of a nation. While buses stick to major highways and planes reduce the unfolding of lives to a bird's eye view, trains putter through the domains of the rich and the poor, the desperate and the idle, rural and urban, isolated and cluttered. Through train windows you see realities rarely visible in the landscaped tourist areas. Those frames hold the untended jungle of a nation's truth. Despite my shredded emotions, there was still no feeling like dragging all your worldly possessions onto a carriage, alone and anonymous, to set off into the unknown; where any and all varieties of adventures await, where you might meet a new best friend, where the love of your life could be hiding in a dingy cafe. The clatter of the tracks is the sound of liberation.
— Patrick O'Neil, Sideways Travels with Kafka, Hunter S. and Kerouac
...Don't insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery.
— Peggy Kopman-Owens
The sacrifices of time and money that Chinese friends will make for one another often go far beyond what is expected or accepted in Western society.
— Larry Herzberg, Chinese Proverbs and Popular Sayings: With Observations on Culture and Language
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
The pleasure we derive from journeys is perhaps dependent more on the mindset with which we travel than on the destination we travel to.
— Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel
To shut your eyes is to travel.
— Emily Dickinson
Every place is a goldmine. You have only to give yourself time, sit in a teahouse watching the passers-by, stand in a corner of the market, go for a haircut. You pick up a thread – a word, a meeting, a friend of a friend of someone you have just met – and soon the most insipid, most insignificant place becomes a mirror of the world, a window on life, a theatre of humanity.
— Tiziano Terzani, A Fortune-Teller Told Me: Earthbound Travels in the Far East
A danger of travel is that we see things at the wrong time, before we have had a chance to build up the necessary receptivity and when new information is therefore as useless and fugitive as necklace beads without a connecting chain.
— Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel
Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.
— Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds
You have not traveled enough," she said. "Or you'd know that every journeymakes its own map across your heart.
— Sharon Shinn, Mystic and Rider
Travel doesn't become adventure until you leave yourself behind.
— Marty Rubin
There are countries of the world, and regions of one's own mind, where it is unwise to travel.
— Chris Cleave, Little Bee
One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.
— Edith Wharton
People travel because it teaches them things they could learn no other way.
— Lance Morrow
I would love you all the day, every night we would kiss and play, if with me you'd fondly stray, over the hills and far away.
— John Gray
As for me...I'm fine. I have bad dreams, but I never saw Mister Duck again. I play video games. I smoke a little dope. I got my thousand-yard stare. I carry a lot of scares.I like the way that sounds.I carry a lot of scares.
— Alex Garland, The Beach
We are homeless enough in this world under the best of circumstances without going to any special effort to test our capacity to be more so.
— Harold Edmund Stearns, The confessions of a Harvard man : the street I know revisited : a journey through literary Bohemia, Paris & New York in the 20s & 30s
Let me sing the beauty of my Maggie. Legs:--the knees attached to the thighs, knees shiny, thighs like milk. Arms:--the levers of my content, the serpents of my joy. Back:--the sight of that in a strange street of dreams in the middle of Heaven would make me fall sitting from glad recognition. Ribs?--she had some melted and round like a well formed apple, from her thigh bones to waist I saw the earth roll. In her neck I hid myself like a lost snow goose of Australia, seeking the perfume of her breast. . . . She didn't let me, she was a good girl. The poor big alley cat, though almost a year younger, had black ideas about her legs that he hid from himself, also in his prayers didn't mention . . . the dog. Across the big world darkness I've come, in boat, in bus, in airplane, in train standing my shadow immense traversing the fields and the redness of engine boilers behind me making me omnipotent upon the earth of the night, like God--but I have never made love with a little finger that has won me since. I gnawed her face with my eyes; she loved that; and that was bastardly I didn't know she loved me--I didn't understand.
— Jack Kerouac, Maggie Cassidy
Whoever created the world went to a lot of trouble. It would be downright rude not to go out and see as much of it as possible.
— Edward Readicker-Henderson
I suppose there has been nothing like the airports since the age of the stage-stops - nothing quite as lonely, as sombre-silent. The red-brick depots were built right into the towns they marked - people didn't get off at those isolated stations unless they lived there. But airports lead you way back in history like oases, like the stops on the great trade routes. The sight of air travellers strolling in ones and twos into midnight airports will draw a small crowd any night up or two. The young people look at the planes, the older ones look at the passengers with a watchful incredulity.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
Don’t take everything for granted, and do not always count on finding everything you need.
— Larry Herzberg, China Survival Guide: How to Avoid Travel Troubles and Mortifying Mishaps
What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.
— André Aciman
A traveler's most interesting meals tend to happen by surprise.
— David Dale
...I'm momentarily transfixed, torn between curiosity and fear. I can pull it up the gently sloping mud bank, but then what? Already thought is lagging behind events, as the blotchy brown mass slides up wet mud toward me, its amorphous margins flowing into the craters left by retreating feet. In the center of the yard-wide disc is a raised turret where two eyes open and close, flashing black. And it's bellowing. A loud rhythmic sound that is at first inexplicable until I realize that those blinking eyes are its spiracles, now sucking in air instead of water, which it is pumping out via gill slits on its underside. And all the while it brandishes that blade, stabbing the air like a scorpion...
— Jeremy Wade, River Monsters: True Stories of the Ones that Didn't Get Away
There is a saying, if any stranger enquire of the first met of Maan, were it even a child, “Who is here the sheykh?” he would answer him “I am he.
— Charles M. Doughty, Travels in Arabia Deserta, Volume 1
The Professor noted two nymphs with strawberries on their heads, a DayGlo Amish lady, a mustachioed man in a rainbow apron. He wrote Saturday Night Fever, then crossed it out and wrote Drag Ball + Bollywood and underlined it twice.
— La Carmina, Crazy, Wacky Theme Restaurants: Tokyo
But it wasn't till he'd been there nearly two weeks that one morning Paris and its people suddenly became more than a background for his vacation. He was sitting in a café, out on the walk, having a tiny cup of Paris-tasting, Paris-smelling coffee, watching traffic stream by, pleased as always with the countless people on bikes expertly threading their way between and around the cars and buses and trucks. Then a traffic light changed, the stream stopped and waited, and a man on a bike, one foot on the pavement, lifted his arm and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. And he turned real. In that instant he was no longer a quaint part of a charming background; he turned into a real man, tired from pumping that bike, and for the first time it occurred to my friend that there was a reason so many people picturesquely rode bikes through the heavy traffic, and the reason was to save bus fare and because they couldn't afford cars. After that, for the few days that were left to him there, my friend continued to enjoy Paris. But now it was no longer an immense travel poster but a real city, because now so were its people.
— Jack Finney
Today..passes as yesterday, today is passing by... Tomorrow shall become today and that too shall pass!
— Escapades
When given the chance to see China off the beaten track, definitely take it.
— Larry Herzberg, China Survival Guide: How to Avoid Travel Troubles and Mortifying Mishaps
To live is to travel, on a voyage more epic than the odysseys of myth - not from place to place, but through the poignant strangeness of time.
— T.L. Rese
A dominant impulse on encountering beauty is to wish to hold on to it, to possess it and give it weight in one’s life. There is an urge to say, ‘I was here, I saw this and it mattered to me.
— Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel
When you're traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
— William Least Heat-Moon
After weeks on the road, listening to a language you don’t understand, using a currency whose value you don’t comprehend, walking down streets you’ve never walked down before, you discover that your old “I,” along with everything you ever learned, is absolutely no use at all in the face of those new challenges, and you begin to realize that buried deep in your unconscious mind there is someone much more interesting and adventurous and more open to the world and to new experiences.
— Paulo Coelho
Journeys are the midwives of thought. Few places are more conducive to internal conversations than moving planes, ships or trains.
— Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel
When we get these thruways across the whole country, as we will and must, it will be possible to drive from New York to California without seeing a single thing.
— John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you. You could take your treasure with you when you traveled too, and in the mountains where we lived in Switzerland and Italy, until we found Schruns in the high valley in the Vorarlberg in Austria, there were always the books, so that you lived in the new world you had found, the snow and the forests and the glaciers and their winter problems and your high shelter in the Hotel Taube in the village in the day time, and at night you could live in the other wonderful world the Russian writers were giving you.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Don’t tell me how educated you are, tell me how much you traveled.
— Anonymous
The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is always one more track to follow, one more mirage to explore.
— Rosita Forbes
[As a very young man, I thought] of Europe as a place that could not exist except in the imagination, in glorious dreams, and through the careful lies of the silver screen.
— Roman Payne
You have to taste a culture to understand it.
— Deborah Cater
There are no tips for life neither for travelling
— Guido Colombo
I never felt so fervently thankful, so soothed, so tranquil, so filled with a blessed peace, as I did yesterday when I learned that Michael Angelo was dead.
— Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad
What an absurdity to go and bury oneself in South America, where they are always having revolutions.
— Agatha Christie, The Clocks
I wore only black socks, because I had heard that white ones were the classic sign of the American tourist. Black ones though,- those'll fool 'em. I supposed I hoped the European locals' conversation would go something like this:PIERRE: Ha! Look at that tourist with his camera and guidebook!JACQUES: Wait, but observe his socks! They are...black!PIERRE: Zut alors! You are correct! He is one of us! What a fool I am! Let us go speak to him in English and invite him to lunch!
— Doug Mack, Europe on 5 Wrong Turns a Day: One Man, Eight Countries, One Vintage Travel Guide
The most amazing travellers were to humble to write about it
— Guido Colombo
Oh, I can picture myself rattling along Route 66 on that thing, headphones on, singing along to ZZ Top's 'Sharp Dressed Man' or the opening line from 'Born to be Wild' by Steppenwolf - 'Get your motor running...' The trike brings out that in all of us, which is no bad thing. Forget Viagra, get yourself a trike!
— Billy Connolly
Too often when we say we feel joyful, we’re really feeling manic. There is a frenetic nature to our joy, a whiff of panic; we’re afraid the moment might end abruptly. But then there are other moments when our joy is more solidly grounded. I am not speaking of a transcendental moment, of bliss, but something less.
— Eric    Weiner, The Geography of Bliss: One Grump's Search for the Happiest Places in the World
In real life, the big things and the little things are inextricably mixed up together, so in Libya at one moment, one worried because one's native boots were full of holes, and at the next, perhaps, one wondered how long one would be alive to wear them.
— Rosita Forbes
Forbes did, in fact, break new ground for women...She was an irrepressible and independent traveler who took risky and difficult trips, braved the hostility of the colonial officials and bureaucrats of the British empire, and invaded the male sphere of exploration, using charm, chutzpah--and her extensive network of establishment connections--to get where she wanted to go. (From the Sahara to Samarkand: Selected Travel Writings of Rosita Forbes, 1919-1937)
— Margaret Bald
The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan....
— Rosita Forbes
We rode through a three-thousand-year-old country, saw the ruined capital of the Queen of Sheba and the underground red-rock city of Lalibela, fraternized with a tribe of leaden-skinned troglogytes living among the mountains, scrapped with brigands, outwitted crocodiles, and eventually emerged battered and in rags with a book of adventures and 1,000 feet of film.
— Rosita Forbes
The curly red lines across the African deserts had the fascination of a magnet, and I hoped fervently that the pioneers who were writing their names over the blank spaces, would leave just one small desert for me.
— Rosita Forbes
Your past experiences will flavour your future ones, that is human nature.
— Deborah Cater
Admire Beauty
— Josephwedler
If you travel everywhere and find the same elements everywhere, somehow it reduces the value of the place (Curiosity, Tokyo, Japan)
— Editorial Board of Approaching Hotel Designers, The Wisdom in Design. Approaching Hotel Designers
Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly over periods of years, from one part of the earth to another. Indeed, he would have found it difficult to tell, among the many places he had lived, precisely where it was he had felt most at home.
— Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
...books were better than travel.
— Pseudonymous Bosch, The Name of This Book Is Secret
I've met the most interesting people while flying or on a boat. These methods of travel seem to attract the kind of people I want to be with.
— Hedy Lamarr
We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
I can speak to my soul only when the two of us are off exploring deserts or cities or mountains or roads.
— Paulo Coelho, Aleph
A little crazy is good
— Chris Hilton, Caliente
Such people, while useful, even agreeable, to others, are, if truth be told, frequently unhappy–lonely in fact. Yes, they seek out others, and it may even seem to them that in a certain country or city they have managed to find true kinship and fellowship, having come to know and learn about a people; but they wake up one day and suddenly feel that nothing actually binds them to these people, that they can leave here at once. They realize that another country, some other people, have now beguiled them, and that yesterday’s most riveting event now pales and loses all meaning and significance. For all intents and purposes, they do not grow attached to anything, do not put down deep roots. Their empathy is sincere, but superficial. If asked which of the countries they have visited they like best, they are embarrassed–they do not know how to answer. Which one? In a certain sense–all of them. There is something compelling about each. To which country would they like to return once more? Again, embarrassment–they had never asked themselves such a question. The one certainty is that they would like to be back on the road, going somewhere. To be on their way again–that is the dream.
— Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus
No one ever seems to wonder what happens if it turns out we hate living on a planet? What if the sky’s too big? What if the air stinks? What if we go hungry?’‘And what if the air tastes of honey? What if there’s so much food we all get too fat? What if the sky is so beautiful we don’t get any work done because we’re all looking at it too much?
— Patrick Ness, The New World
India – a land where the last thing one needs to bother with is looking good. In India – at least in the circles I moved in – it's natural to look beautiful by the smile in your heart and the way you move through the world.
— Erin Reese
Thus, the question of how and when to start vagabonding is not really a question at all. Vagabonding starts now. Even if the practical reality of travel is still months or years away, vagabonding begins the moment you stop making excuses, start saving money, and begin to look at maps with the narcotic tingle of possibility. From here, the reality of vagabonding comes into sharper focus as you adjust your worldview and begin to embrace the exhilarating uncertainty that true travel promises.
— Rolf Potts, Vagabonding: An Uncommon Guide to the Art of Long-Term World Travel
There are three trips you take to India: the one you think you’re going to have – that you plan for
—  the one you actually have
Whenever he was en route from one place to another, he was able to look at his life with a little more objectivity than usual. it was often on trpis that he thought most clearly, and made the decisions that he could not reach when he was stationary.
— Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
The urge to travel feels magnetic. Two of my favorite words are linked: departure time. And travel whets the emotions, turns upside down the memory bank, and the golden coins scatter.
— Frances Mayes
India will reveal to you the places in your heart that must be purified.
— Erin Reese
Even people whose lives have been made various by learning sometimes find it hard to keep a fast hold on their habitual views of life, on their faith in the Invisible - nay, on the sense that their past joys and sorrows are a real experience, when they are suddenly transported to a new land, where the beings around them know nothing of their history, and share none of their ideas - where their mother earth shows another lap, and human life has other forms than those on which their souls have been nourished. Minds that have been unhinged from their old faith and love have perhaps sought this Lethean influence of exile in which the past becomes dreamy because its symbols have all vanished, and the present too is dreamy because it is linked with no memories.
— George Eliot, Silas Marner
[O]n general principles it is best that I should not leave the country. Scotland Yard feels lonely without me, and it causes an unhealthy excitement among the criminal classes.
— Arthur Conan Doyle, The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax
All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).
— Jack Kerouac
Travel empties out everything you’ve into the box called your life, all the things you accumulate to tell you who you are
— Claire Fontaine
It’s daunting to find the language so foreign, so distant, but also so thrilling. One is absolved of responsibility when the language is incomprehensible.
— Frances Mayes
It had been agreed between them that lighted candles at wayside inns, in strange countries amid mountain scenery, gave the evening meal a peculiar poetry.
— Henry James