Travel Quotes - Page 14

There are two kinds of travel: first class and with children.

To some, having children may seem as conducive to travelling as having your feet set in concrete.

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.

...it was if another planet were calling. The call, embodied, issued in liquid syllables from the mouth of the Arab sailor who, on the prow of the Vestra each sun-up, looked toward the East and sang the Persian song:
Hearken unto dawn, oh, my soul...
Let good come unto the world.

I can speak to my soul only when the two of us are off exploring deserts or cities or mountains or roads.

Just imagine if you took all the money you've spent on these things and traveled around the world with it, instead, or bought books and read them. Think about how much you would know about life.

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.

Every man needs his Siren
To check his courage and strength
When he hears her song
In his travels through the unknown.

I travel, always arriving in the same place.

If the landscape of human emotion were to exist in country, it would be in Italy." ~Lisa Fantino/Amalfi Blue

I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.

The subconscious mind is the guiding force for your entire life.

The subconscious mind is shielding or showing numerous potential paths, based on what it determines would represent a consistent reality for you.

Men read maps better than women because only men can understand the concept of an inch equaling a hundred miles.

But when one is young one must see things, gather experience, ideas; enlarge the mind.

When the mind is on the flight of thought, its rays is faster and broader than any object on the planet

That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird sees bars, and she scratched her arms beneath her sleeves.

The longer you drift the more you will learn. What you learn affects the kind of person you end up turning into.

You take a step, then another. That’s the journey. But to take a step with your eyes open is not a journey at all, it’s a remaking of your own mind.

Augustus," I said. "Really. You don't have to do this."
"Sure I do," he said. "I found my Wish."
"God, you're the best," I told him.
"I bet you say that to all the boys who finance your international travel," he answered.