My travels inevitably begin with copious research and planning. I began this kind of planning long ago when I was very young and anxious to hit the road. Hours were spent pouring over junior encyclopedias...

What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.

Sluggish and sedentary peoples, such as the Ancient Egyptians– with their concept of an afterlife journey through the Field of Reeds– project on to the next world the journeys they failed to make in this...

I had long ago learned that when you are the giant, alien visitor to a remote and foreign culture it is sort of your job to become an object of ridicule. It’s the least you...

I heard wordOf bellied sailcloth,Creak of oars,And gold in Eastland.Then I smelledA smell remembered:Salt of sprayAnd black-pitched boat’s keel.

Whoever created the world went to a lot of trouble. It would be downright rude not to go out and see as much of it as possible.

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...

The leader’s job is to show the way. The bottom line is that you can’t tell anything about the condition of the way if you’ve not traveled on it yourself!

Once back home I would adjust my lens to the resolution through which I perceived the people and provinces of the globe. My daily commute, the supermarket check out line, neighborhood walks, pedestrian tasks of...

Sometimes we have to break down to break through.

We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.

Travelling, one accepts everything; indignation stays at home. One looks, one listens, one is roused to enthusiasm by the most dreadful things because they are new. Good travellers are heartless.

There is a difference between arrival and entrance. Arrival is physical and happens all at once. The train pulls in, the plan touches down, you get out of the taxi with all your luggage. You...

Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone the pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of any happy solitude. She had never landed at Cork, so this hill and...

Trains induce such terrible anxiety. They image the possibility of total and irrevocable failure. They are also dirty, rackety, packed with strangers, an object lesson in the foul contingency of life: the talkative fellow-traveller, the...

Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.

Soon you catch your first glimpse of a vineyard basking in the sun, its broad leaves silently turning sunlight into sugar, ripening vitis vinifera, the European grapes that make the world’s finest wines. For a...

All times are connected. Treasure each moment.

The older I got the more I appreciated the role of travel as a stimulus to memories, and the way in which journeys even to new places were somehow always awakening memories of places seen...

The pursuit of your life purpose is a unique journey.

I love getting lost on purpose

…Our conversation with the supermarket manager had been about as helpful as a New Jersey road sign, and if you’ve ever been there, you know the signs don’t tell you the exit you’re coming up...

I like the idea that when I die, I will have a long sit-down chat withGod and get answers to all my questions. For example, those apple coresthat I threw out of car windows when...

I want to be like time. I want to travel through time.

Ibizal teatavasti on veidraid nähtusi ja inimesi küllaga, see saar lausa tõmbab mingi magnetina kiiksuga inimesi ligi. Mina aga armastan veidrusi, sest neis on nii palju avastamisrõõmu. Teiste kiikse jälgides on vahel ka ennast kergem...

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

I imagine the people whose lives are most intertwined with mine, and I realize life has gone on without me. The planet has not imploded because I, the girl who has always done what is...

..luxury is the enemy of observation, a costly indulgence that induces such a good feeling that you notice nothing. Luxury spoils and infantilizes you and prevents you from knowing the world. That is its purpose,...

Join the Rienish navy. See unusual sights. Never sleep with the lights out again.

In Chinese business culture, humility is a virtue.

In the boundaryless forests, there’re dancers of nude.Yet in the confines of pasture, there’s promise of food.On which is your side?Ô, but tarry and bide,ere you decide,in both do confide.

People add color to their story because they think it happened in black and white.

Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly over periods of years, from...

Home is where the backpack is

It is not the destination where you end up but the mishaps and memories you create along the way!

For my part, i travel not to go anywhere but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move

Usually, there is nothing more pleasing that returning to a place where you have endured hardship.

I stood in the library admiring the huge book collection. There was something inherently calming about being surrounded by books, even their smell and texture was comforting.

She watched the gap between ship and shore grow to a huge gulf. Perhaps this was a little like dying, the departed no longer visible to the others, yet both still existed, only in different...

Running, you should know, is a kind of stillness.

How can we ever understand what we are and where we belong in the universe if we haven’t experienced anything outside of our own nation, culture, or history?

Never hesitate to go far away, beyond all seas, all frontiers, all countries, all beliefs.

Animals travel on all fours. Mankind on two. Motorcycling is not a means of transport but an ideology, a nomadic way of life.

I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness.

Travel is rebellion in its purest form. – we follow our heart- we free ourselves of labels- we lose control willingly- we trade a role for reality- we love the unfamiliar- we trust strangers- we...

A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it’s made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and already behind you there is no...

Finding a taxi, she felt like a child pressing her nose to the window of a candy store as she watched the changing vista pass by while the twilight descended and the capital became bathed...

As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

Belgium! name unromantic and unpoetic, yet name that whenever uttered has in my ear a sound, in my heart an echo, such as no other assemblage of syllables, however sweet or classic, can produce. Belgium!...

In traveling, there is nothing like dissecting people’s statements, which are usually colored by their estimate of the powers or likings of the person spoken to, making all reasonable inquiries, and then pertinaciously but quietly...