26 Quotes Tagged: traveling

Moving right along
In search of good times
And good news,
With good friends you can't lose.
This could become a habit.

Opportunity just knocked,
Let's reach out and grab it,
Together we'll nab it,
We'll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it.

Some journeys in life can only be traveled alone.

The best part of traveling is finding yourself.

Some journeys can only be traveled alone.

It is not the things we see, but the mind we see them with, which makes the real interest of travelling.

È per smaltire un carico di nostalgia che sei andato tanto lontano!

What sort of adventures?' I asked him, astonished.

‘All sorts, Monsieur. Getting on the wrong train. Stopping in an unknown city. Losing your briefcase, being arrested by mistake, spending the night in prison. Monsieur, I believe the word adventure could be defined: an event out of the ordinary without being necessarily extraordinary.

One of the disadvantages of traveling alone is that when you fall there is none to assist you.

A lot of time you have to go down many roads to get where you are going…. The important thing is to keep moving…. Or else to stop by the side of the road every once in a while and build a house. I guess that’s about the best thing anyone can do.

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.

For every traveller who has any taste of his own, the only useful guidebook will be the one which he himself has written.

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

To travel is to shop.

I’m one walker that’s stood way up and looked way down acrost aplenty of pretty sights in all their veiled and nakedest season. Thumbing it. Hitching it. Walking and talking it. Chalking it. Marking it. Sighting it and hearing it. Seeing and feeling and breathing and smelling it in, sucking down me, rubbing it all in the pores of my skin, and the wind between my eyes knocking honey in my comb….

To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries.