Travel Quotes - Page 11

Very nice," said Rick after a while. "Very nice," he repeated, with more emphasis the second time. "What is?" I asked, turning to him, though I knew. "Everything," he said. And it was true.

The problem with driving around Iceland is that you’re basically confronted by a new soul-enriching, breath-taking, life-affirming natural sight every five goddamn minutes. It’s totally exhausting.

Home at that moment was a starless night, a steady wind, not a human to be seen.

It is part of wisdom never to revisit a wilderness, for the more golden the lily, the more certain that someone has gilded it.

The elements are a way to define what abstract is; and abstract is a taught as like any other than ,what to think? and how to think? and you may begin..

I began to realize that I could go wherever and whenever I dreamed.

This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive and feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad.

Even if you time travel your past, it can't be changed, likewise you can't possibly change your future, it is always the present which matters.

This is reality, back home is routine.

The snapshots in CHINA: Portrait of a People are not meant to be works of art. I was too preoccupied with participating, with reveling in the moment, to worry about their perfection. Their purpose, then, is to form a candid portrait of China exactly as China presented itself to me.

The Cubist paintings in the Centre Pompidou in Paris were strange but amazing. The big fat magical cat said they made her eyes hurt.

We speed through the streets past modern buildings and ancient architecture. Gazing through the taxi window Rome becomes a wet painting someone has wiped a hand across.

Walk your own path and be yourself

Meeting new people is just remembering faces of God we've forgotten.

For me, a journey to Damascus is an amazing hunt from beginning to end, a slice through layers of history in search of treasure.

Finding the stewardess, Bly asked her about the monkey. The stewardess replied drily, "We have met." Bly was now alarmed to see that the stewardess's arm was bandaged from wrist to shoulder."What did you do?" she asked. "I did nothing but scream," the stewardess replied; "the monkey did the rest.

In your travel, learn the brief history of the place visited. History is rich knowledge.

History is rich knowledge, In your travel, learn the brief history of the place visited. .

If you don't know your history, you don't know what you are talking about!

You are what you read.