Travel Writing Quotes - Page 2

What is a miracle if not the manifestation of light where darkness is expected?

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

The ride back to Kathmandu was comfortable and relaxing. There were more overturned trucks (the gas-powered ones seem to tip the most often, I’m surprised there weren’t more explosions), goats being herded across the highway by ancient women, children playing games in traffic, private cars and buses alike pulling over in the most inconvenient places for a picnic or public bath, and best of all the suicidal overtaking maneuvers (or what we would call ‘passing’) by our bus and others while going downhill at incredible speeds or around hairpin turns uphill with absolutely no power left to actually get around the other vehicle.

There is of course a deep spiritual need which the pilgrimage seems to satisfy, particularly for those hardy enough to tackle the journey on foot.

Failure is a sign post, directing the right road for life’s journey.

Nothing is lost in a stumble, only in the refusal to get up.

If you built the box, you can also break it down.

Endings are the embryos of new beginnings.

What a joyful adventure!

When you look closely to the path you have travel on, you will realise that God was always with you, directing every step you took.

That is what War is, I thought: two ships pass each other, and nobody waves his hand.

Never be afraid to travel on a new path.

Want more fizz in your life? Shake things up.

Stay open. You may find your tribe where you least expect it.

The life you live will be enrich with every journey you made.

Policemen are often confronted with situations which baffle them at first. A certain crime scene may seem meaningless, but they have to derive some meaning out of it. They have to connect the dots, find the links, delve into its history, look for evidence, come up with a zillion theories and arrive at truth. The thing is, truth is always stranger than fiction.

No matter how many strikes are hurled at you, only you decide when you’re out.

Practice trust in small matters for huge returns in the large ones.

Look beyond now.The road ahead offers a good voyage.

I know when people think of New York, they think of theater, restaurants, cultural landmarks and shopping,” I told him. “But beyond the iconic skyline and the news from Wall Street, New York is a collection of villages. In our neighborhoods, we attend school, play Kick the Can, handball and ride our bikes. I grew up knowing the names and faces of the baker, the shoe repair family, the Knish man and the Good Humor man who sold me and the other kids in my neighborhood half a popsicle for a nickel. My father took me to the playground where he pushed me on the swing, helped balance me on the seesaw and watched as I hung upside down by my feet on the monkey bars. Yes,” I told the interviewer, “people actually grow up in New York.

Keep moving. Your next big thing may be just around the corner.

The alchemy of diamonds from the rough is to mine every moment.

Ask for the godly way,travel its path.

By seeing how small the world is, I realize how capable I am. I can conquer anything. Anywhere. Anyone.

...what I'm getting at is like the distinction between tourist and a traveler. The tourist experience is superficial and glancing. The traveler develops a deeper connection with her surroundings. She is more invested in them -- the traveler stays longer, makes her own plans, chooses her own destination, and usually travels alone: solo travel and solo participation, although the most difficult emotionally, seem the most likely to produce a good story.

Our lives follow the stories we tell ourselves.

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

Tout les jours you are coming some fresh game or other on me, mais vous ne pouvez pas play this savon dodge on me twice!

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

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

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.

May you find a new path in your travel.

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

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

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

Let your imagination takes you to where you wish to be.

Give full attention to life’s moments and the images you capture will be everlasting.

All night, after the exhausting games of canasta, we would look over the immense sea, full of white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us leaning side by side on the railing, each of us far away, flying in his own aircraft to the stratospheric regions of his own dreams. There we understood that our vocation, our true vocation, was to move for eternity along the roads and seas of the world. Always curious, looking into everything that came before our eyes, sniffing out each corner but only ever faintly--not setting down roots in any land or staying long enough to see the substratum of things the outer limits would suffice.

a Nepali outlook, pace and philosophy had prevented us being swamped by our problems. In Nepal it was easier to take life day by day.

May God guide you on the new travel path.

New insights from being present are a gift.

Like flowers blooming through cement,we, too, can grow beyond our cracks.

Increase the number of adventures you act on and you’ll lighten the weight of regret.

By necessity, we are direct and swift in speech and movement. This is the true dynamic that underlies our apocryphal rudeness. Also true: we do not make eye contact. Neither do we encourage it. Consider the number of humans a New Yorker will pass on a given day – on the subway, in a train or bus terminal, in an office or simply walking down the street. To facilitate speed and minimize drama, it’s productive to keep one’s eyes focused ahead.

Instead of more consumerism – the buying of experiences, the accumulation of things, of eating the ‘other’ – perhaps writers should name their own environment. What is the shape of your watershed? How is your electricity produced? Where is your water treated? Where is your food produced and by whom and how does it travel to your local market? What are the names of the rocks under your feet and around you? What formed those geological features? Who were the first humans here? What flora and fauna live upon it and what are their habits and interfaces? What stars whirl above you and what names have they been given, what lore? How can one trace the relations, find the slippages between histories, the linkages, to find the complexities in naming and of the named? Travel as one’s carbon footprint; travel as a footstep, travel as a naming in a landscape in all its complexity. Homing as a way to place oneself in a constellation of process and being.

You’d be surprised who will back down when you speak up.

Experiment with grounding yourself with who you are, not what you do.

Diving in IS testing the water.

Sometimes we have to break down to break through.

It is high time that I learn to be more careful about hope, a reckless emotion for travelers. The sensible approach would be to the expect the worst, the very worst, that way you avoid grievous disappointment and who knows with a tiny bit of luck, you might even have a moderately pleasant surprise, like the difference between hell and purgatory.

Seuls les poissons morts suivent le courant' - Only dead fish follow the current

Every travel is blessed adventure.

On every travel, we saw beautiful landscapes.

Fear not your flame as you flood your caverns with firelight.

We gain new perspectives on life after every voyage.