Travel Quotes - Page 14

You must find your sacred path and travel on

a foreign affair juxtaposed with a statesideand domestically approved romantic fancy is mysteriously attractive due to circumstances knowing it will only be parlayed into a memory

This is my home, Cape Breton is my home, and I don’t know if I really want to leave it as much as I might think and I’m sort of scared to leave it all behind, everything I’ve lived with, I have so many memories of all the things I’ve done here and I’m afraid if I leave, I might lose all my memories…

I have travelled a good deal in Concord.

Walking in the path of light is heavenly paradise.

Once the light shines on your path, you will see clearly.

We travel not just to see the beauty of new places but to see our own beauty in a new environment.

If “Been there, done that” isn’t your mantra,then make haste down your “bucket list.

A good food is mouthwatering when you see it and finger licking when you eat it.

Without travels, our existence, our memories, our literature, our dreams, our everything would be very poor, very boring, very limited!

With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.

believe me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,To gain all while you give,To roam the roads of lands remote,To travel is to live.

Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.

I'm sorry! I really am! I wanted to get out of this place! I want to live! I want to get away from here and never see it again! I hate everything about it!""You will hate the next place, too," I said. "What you are you will carry with you.

When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

Come with me to the mountains. Every rock there tells a story.

Although, the journey is long, keep traveling.

I write to get ideas out of my head

Within forty minutes, the voice inside my head was screaming, WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO? I tried to ignore it, to hum as I hiked, though humming proved too difficult to do while also panting and moaning in agony and trying to remain hunched in that remotely upright position while also propelling myself forward when I felt like a building with legs.

A fantasy is nothing more than a dream you were too scared to chase.

Every hundred feet the world changes

what he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveller's past changes according to the route he has followed: not the immediate past, that is, to which each day that goes by adds a day, but the more remote past. Arriving at each new city, the traveller finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.

What happened to me? I asked myself. Morris's high, smoky voice took me back to my university years, when I thought rich people were evil, a shirt and tie were prison clothes, and life without freedom to get up and go - motorcycle beneath you, breeze in your face, down the streets of Paris, into the mountains of Tibet - was not a good life at all. What happened to me?

Life is a long travel. The end of the journey is often unpredictable.

Trekking means a travelling experience with a thrilling excitement.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.

You dare travel on the sacred road, although you may not know the end.

I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

Bad, or good, as it happens to be, that is what it is to exist! . . . It is as though I have been silent and fuddled with sleep all my life. In spite of all, I know now that at least it is better to go always towards the summer, towards those burning seas of light; to sit at night in the forecastle lost in an unfamiliar dream, when the spirit becomes filled with stars, instead of wounds, and good and compassionate and tender. To sail into an unknown spring, or receive one's baptism on storm's promontory, where the solitary albatross heels over in the gale, and at last come to land. To know the earth under one's foot and go, in wild delight, ways where there is water.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

Freedom is the willingness and ability to choose your own path and experience your life as your true self.

Die wertvollste Reise ist die Reise zu unserem Selbst.

You don't even know where I'm going.""I don't care. I'd like to go anywhere.

Seeing pictures of other places around the world makes me feel more important. Reminds me, even though life is short, there's so much to do.

I had chosen to leave, and live alone in a foreign country. And in fleeing thousands of miles across the Pacific, I chose myself, and a chance at a different future.

Nothing can be compared to the new life that the discovery of another country provides for a thoughtful person. Although I am still the same I believe to have changed to the bones.

I met a lot of people in Europe. I even encountered myself.

Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.

For all the energy directed toward the stratagem of big city living, New Yorkers are never too distracted to respond to, and more often, proactively assist visitors. Tourists tracing the routes of subway maps with their fingers, squinting at street signs or staring at a slip of paper with confusion are typical recipients of our generosity. We know our city can be as challenging as it is fascinating, and we want visitors to have a good experience.

Simple minded people do things like gossip, lie, spread rumors, and cause troubles. But, I know you're more intelligent.

Travel brings wisdom only to the wise. It renders the ignorant more ignorant than ever.

If you have to ask that question, you wouldn't understand the answer.

It is not about how much activity we are capable of doing but how we are performing the activity that makes the difference.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

May you find a new path in your travel.

God sits on a blue throne called the vena cava. There is no need for a temple to communicate or pray to him. His truths travel from his seat over a purple bridge in your heart, also known as your conscience. Your conscience is where his wisdom shines. A crystal embedded within a fold of your pulmonary trunk acts as a transmitter and receiver. God is closer than you think. In your heart, is his truth and light.

Choose to live life.Choose your own career paths.Choose your own destiny.

May you travel on your destiny path.

You need mountains, long staircases don't make good hikers.

Or we'll go that way. Or we'll walk on the highways now, and we'll have time to putthings into ourselves. And some day, after it sets in us a long time, it'll come out ofour hands and our mouths. And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will beright. We'll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walksaround and talks, the way it really looks. I want to see everything now. And whilenone of it will be me when it goes in, after a while it'll all gather together inside and it'llbe me. Look at the world out there, my God, my God, look at it out there, outside me,out there beyond my face and the only way to really touch it is to put it where it'sfinally me, where it's in the blood, where it pumps around a thousand times tenthousand a day. I get hold of it so it'll never run off. I'll hold on to the world tight someday. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning.

In my errant life I roamedTo learn the secrets of women and men,Of gods and dreams.I've known all the countries of our world,I've lived a thousand lives:Many lives I lived in love, Other lives I squandered.For in my life I never traveled, All I did was wander.

As we travel to new places we gain new perspectives and renew our thinking.

It was as if we'd only been gone the weekend. Or had we been gone a lifetime. Part of that was because when you've lived in Alaska, living in other places seems easier, less challenging, less threatening. Alaska had enlarged each of us. No one is ever the same after coming back from Alaska.

I have often found this to be true since, that matters which seem terribly important in the early days of such a journey (what will people back home say?) fade into triviality with the passage of time.

You yearn to stay in this in-between place, where the beauty of the times you have freshly bade farewell to is still alive and vivid in your mind – almost real – and the reality of your new circumstances has yet to fully sink in. You listen to the familiar melodies that had accompanied you on your journey, and allow the music to evoke landscapes and scenes in your mind. The songs caress your sub-consciousness and fill your being with an airy joy. You are both here and elsewhere. Or perhaps you are everywhere and nowhere.

Every one of a hundred thousand cities around the world had its own special sunset and it was worth going there, just once, if only to see the sun go down.

Your imagination and some masturbation is a much better alternative to finding out what kind of person a bit of casual sex transforms you into.

Wherever you travel to, appreciate the culture and beauty of the place.