Travel Quotes - Page 4

Travel the world until your Facebook's check ins finished...!!!

There is no place like the beach... where the land meets the sea and the sea meats the sky

Freedom is found within, in the shape of our laughter and the way we love, in the truths that we live by and the stories we become

You can't control the past, but you can control where you go next.

The world is a book, and those who don't travel only read one page.

Freedom wanders in the landscape of the mind, and nourishes the deepest yearnings of the soul.

Freedom seeking is the path to coming alive again.

Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.

There is a whole world out there, waiting for you. A world filled with opportunities wherever and whenever you want to grasp them. And whether you do or you don’t…. well that is totally up to you.

Nobody can discover the world for somebody else. Only when we discover it for ourselves does it become common ground and a common bond and we cease to be alone.

for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine

Failure is a sign post of life, guiding us to the right paths.

We may sit in our library and yet be in all quarters of the earth.

My favourite thing is to go where I've never been.

But the beauty is in the walking -- we are betrayed by destinations.

There is something improbably about the silence in the [subway] carriage, considering how naturally gregarious we are as a species. Still, how much kinder it is for the commuters to pretend to be absorbed in other things, rather than revealing the extent to which they are covertly evaluating, judging, condemning and desiring each other. A few venture a glance here and there, as furtively as birds pecking grain. But only if the train crashed would anyone know for sure who else had been in the carriage, what small parts of the nation's economy had been innocuously seated across the aisle just before the impact: employees of hotels, government ministries, plastic-surgery clinics, fruit nurseries and greetings-card companies.

The adventures of a lifetime begin with “Yes.

Oh! That was poetry!" said Pippin. "Do you really mean to start before the break of day?

I love travel, it promotes open-mindedness, and I believe that the interactions you have as you go places and meet people all sharpen the mind.

All travelling becomes dull in exact proportion to its rapidity.

Serendipity was my tour guide, assisted by caprice

Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.

At least as a single woman, I had time to pursue my own interests, read voraciously, and travel when opportunity presented.

L.A. bumper sticker: Keep honking - I'm reloading.

A good traveler leaves no tracks. Good speech lacks fault-finding.

It’s all about that cosy, homey feeling, the one you leave behind when you travel across the world.

To pray is to communicate with the essence. Praying is calling home.

It is not the destination where you end up but the mishaps and memories you create along the way!

Photography is like exploring a new dimension, only I can go there but I can show you where I've been.

Books are not about passing time. They're about other lives. Other worlds. Far from wanting time to pass, one just wishes one had more of it. If one wanted to pass the time one could go to New Zealand.

Here was something I already knew to be true about myself: Just as there are some wives who will occasionally need a break from their husbands in order to visit a spa for the weekend with their girlfriends, I will always be the sort of wife who occasionally needs a break from her husband in order to visit Cambodia. Just for a few days!

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground.

A fortress built long ago,Walls made timeless by historic glory.The small girl in the boat slows,To listen to its story.

I had finally become aware of how much I was capable of, how little I had to lose, and how deep into Douglas's soft sand I had sunk. Magellan's letters, which Douglas had recited, had become part of my being. It was as if I was right there with Magellan, following every curve of his pen as he wrote down his words to his beloved ones confiding his secret. I had become the ink, and the tip was tattooing my path. I was going to follow his dream, but still, I wished I knew why.

Keep traveling, even if you don't know where the road will end.

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,

Your comfort zone is a place where you keep yourself in a self-illusion and nothing can grow there but your potentiality can grow only when you can think and grow out of that zone.

It was the kind of pure, undiffused light that can only come from a really hot blue sky, the kind that makes even a concrete highway painful to behold and turns every distant reflective surface into a little glint of flame. Do you know how sometimes on very fine days the sun will shine with a particular intensity that makes the most mundane objects in the landscape glow with an unusual radiance, so that buildings and structures you normally pass without a glance suddenly become arresting, even beautiful? Well, they seem to have that light in Australia nearly all the time.

Great places, great memories.

Ô, the wine of a womanfrom heaven is sent, more perfect than allthat a man can invent.When she came to my bed and begged me with sighsnot to tempt her towards passion nor actions unwise, tI told her I’d spare her and kissed her closed eyes, then unbraided her body of its clothing disguise.While our bodies were nude bathed in candlelight fineI devoured her mouth, tender lips divine;and I drank through her thighs her feminine wine.Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,more perfect than all that a man can invent.

Every time I travel I feel like the Universe is guiding me into its aura by liberating a piece of my soul.

When I was at home I was in a better place but travellers must be content.

The path is undefined. You have to define and walk in your own path.

To reduce your age,increase your experiences.

You ever want to negotiate a hostage situation in Quebec, I'm your man. Send me in for a little parley and the francophone miscreants will flee, hands over bleeding ears.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

We savour on great memories of happy times.

Traveling solo is an incredible – life changing – journey, which I can recommend anyone to undertake. It’s the fear of being alone that prevents many people from daring to take the step to go on that journey. But as with many things, within that fear you’ll discover the greatest triumphs.

But between now and then, there was Life; and Bod walked into it with his eyes and his heart wide open.

Every perfect traveller always creates the country where he travels.

The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.

I've come to realize that sometimes, what you love most is what you have to fight the hardest to keep.

Read. Learn. Write. Travel.

Few travelled in these days, for, thanks to the advance of science, the earth was exactly alike all over. Rapid intercourse, from which the previous civilization had hoped so much, had ended by defeating itself. What was the good of going to Peking when it was just like Shrewsbury? Why return to Shrewsbury when it would all be like Peking? Men seldom moved their bodies; all unrest was concentrated in the soul.

The only real certainty is that if you get to live, you gotta die. Live life now.

Keep taking new paths to expand your horizon.

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

Be a team player, not a bandwagon jumper.