Travel Quotes - Page 9

We travel to see beauty of souls in new landscapes.

It was a strange trek — the sullen leading the apathetic, followed by the confused, all tailed by the inveterately amused.

After every voyage, we bring with us renewed mind, refreshed soul and new viewpoints on life.

Writing historical fiction has many common traits with writing sci-fi or fantasy books. The past is another country - a very different world - and historical readers want to see, smell and touch what it was like living there.

The pleasant fact is that the British are not much good at violent crime except in fiction, which is of course as it should be.

Over the drop, a luminous pond lay below them like a pale magic lantern. It was as if the moon had plummeted into the water and smashed open. Engulfed in darkness, with only a scatter of stars above, the place felt like a bright secret – something ancient and precious.

WONDERLANDIt is a person's unquenchable thirst for wonderThat sets them on their initial quest for truth.The more doors you open, the smaller you become.The more places you see and the more people you meet,The greater your curiosity grows.The greater your curiosity, the more you will wander.The more you wander, the greater the wonder.The more you quench your thirst for wonder,The more you drink from the cup of life.The more you see and experience, the closer to truth you become.The more languages you learn, the more truths you can unravel.And the more countries you travel, the greater your understanding.And the greater your understanding, the less you see differences.And the more knowledge you gain, the wider your perspective,And the wider your perspective, the lesser your ignorance.Hence, the more wisdom you gain, the smaller you feel.And the smaller you feel, the greater you become.The more you see, the more you love --The more you love, the less walls you see.The more doors you are willing to open,The less close-minded you will be.The more open-minded you are,The more open your heart.And the more open your heart,The more you will be able to Send and receive --Truth and TRUEUnconditionalLOVE.

Fare well we call to hearth and hallThough wind may blow and rain may fallWe must away ere break of dayOver the wood and mountain tallTo Rivendell where Elves yet dwellIn glades beneath the misty fellThrough moor and waste we ride in hasteAnd wither then we cannot tellWith foes ahead behind us dreadBeneath the sky shall be our bedUntil at last our toil be spedOur journey done, our errand spedWe must away! We must away!We ride before the break of day!

London: A place you go to get bronchitis.

This summer one-third of the nation will be ill-housed ill-nourished and ill-clad. Only they call it a vacation.

You go into extinction by being obsessed about becoming something else and then travelling in the wrong car while your real self keeps waiting at the bus stop for your unfulfilled return!

My grandfather says that's what books are for," Ashoke said, using the opportunity to open the volume in his hands. "To travel without moving an inch.

Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.

For everyone who never smiled in school photos, for all who’ve wandered city streetsnot knowing the where they were or feeling alone, I’ve packed kindness.

By reading books, you lose your old self and you find your new self! To read is to travel from self to another self!

Live a Nomad Family lifestyle to broaden your horizon and create a more suitable lifestyle for your family

Second class travel is better than third class walking.

To travel is to seek new sacred adventures.

I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.

She leaves a tiny part of her heart everywhere she travels and memories from the place fill up the void in her heart and soul.

Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.

An unlimited supply of wonder and trust, bolsters life lived as a process of discovery.

Imagine that you are stuck on a long train ride and must choose one of two books to read in order to pass the time: the first is a novel whose main character is an office worker who is essentially working to pay his monthly cable bill; the second is about someone who decides to travel in South America (and of course encounters various setbacks in the process), but who pushes beyond the boundaries of conventional American life. Which... book would you pick up to read? Indeed, which of the two characters would you rather be?

I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel...

If the world seems unfair or beyond our understanding, sublime places suggest that it is not surprising that things should be thus. We are the playthings of the forces that laid out the oceans and chiselled the mountains.

Let the stars guide you to your sacred-path.

Venice, it's temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven.

Travel is fatal to prejudice bigotry and narrow-mindedness.

The journey was a worthwhile. We gain new insight into cultural diversity.

Maria didn’t fear the sea but, as taught by her father, she respected its power. In her experience the ocean had no intent to drown travellers.

He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself.

People are raised to believe that happiness is the land to which they are destined to travel. But that belief, which one so easily accepts as true, might just as well be a mirage.

If you can choose your way into a cage, you can choose your way out.

The crow when travelling abroad came back just as black.

Ocean waves gently rock the boat,As if to the tune of a lullaby.She sits still as the boat silently floatsUnder the infinite blue sky.

Don’t give up in the middle of the journey.

may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.

I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

Have concern about where you're from, where you live, and where you may travel. The village is global.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you for Paris is a movable feast.

(Airplanes) may kill you but they ain't likely to hurt you.

She got on a plane to see a client in California and somewhere over Colorado, the pilot somehow missed the sky.

Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life

We all have a book in us. The first step is recognising this. Writing it is a whole new journey.

Show me that horizon, promise me a world better than this on the other side of the sun.

O, great wise man,' she said, 'I have been wondering so many things. Is life more than sitting at home doing the same thing over and over? Wise man, is life more than watching one's relatives do unpleasant things, or more than grim tasks one must perform at school and at work? Is life more than being entertained by literature, wise man, or more than traveling from one place to another, suffering from poor emotional health and pondering the people one loves? And what about those who lead a life of mystery? And the mysteries of life? And, wise man, what about the overall feeling of doom that one cannot ever escape no matter what one does, and miscellaneous things that I have neglected to mention in specific?

Four great adventures; read, learn, write and travel.

There was something indomitable about Maria – like Britannia. He’d heard that she kept her head during a Chilean earthquake the year before when men of greater age and experience had panicked. Afterwards she was discovered calmly taking notes, recording the way the land hand risen, for publication, she said.

New Yorkers are so impersonal if it wasn't for muggings there wouldn't be any contact at all!

If asked which words one associated with the Sahara, only the most dedicated surrealist might be expected to offer "whale".

A lot of people travel because they are unhappy, but travelling does not necessary makes one happier. Sometimes it exacerbates the unhappiness, the loneliness.

Then a beat-up car lurched into sight towing an even more beat-up car. As the cars came near, I saw that they were connected back to front by a loop made of two seat belts buckled to each other. That was the only time I ever saw a Russian use a seat belt for any purpose at all.

The measure of civilized behavior is compassion.

You must not judge. You never know travel path of every man.

Life is the longest journey.

No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

Travelling becomes an excellent teacher if the traveller becomes an excellent student!

The world is a forgotten place.

If I were flying, I would travel to a perfect place. A place with frosted cakes and beautiful flowers and excellent trees to climb and absolutely no doldrums.

Great journey, great joy.