3,660 Quotes About Travel

On this round earth a straight line doesn't get you very far.

We will never remember anything by sitting in one place waiting for the memories to come back to us of their own accord! Memories are scattered all over the world. We must travel if we want to find them and flush them from their hiding places!

Le Marais?’‘It’s a little district in the centre of Paris. It is full of cobbled streets and teetering apartment blocks and gay men and orthodox Jews and women of a certain age who once looked like Brigitte Bardot. It’s the only place to stay.

But she couldn’t stop. The smell of her burning house still filled her nostrils even as the chilly breeze swept by her enticingly. The screams that rang out were deafening; flames shot up everywhere. The screams were prolonged and were she, a little child of ten, not so scared, they would have been very irritating for they were constant; they were horror filled, they spelt death and terror.

CZE: Každé správné dobrodružství začíná špatným nápadem.ENG: Every big adventure starts with bad idea.

The ease with which he'd walked out of his job carried the security of youth. The conviction that anything can be dropped today safe in the belief that something else can be picked up tomorrow. Does that fade with age as we looked to the horizon and see time running out?

There was a merry passenger, a messenger, a mariner:he built a gilded gondola to wander in, and had in hera load of yellow oranges and porridge for his provender;he perfumed her with marjoram and cardamom and lavender.

The problem is, these days you have to listen to too many parts of your body. Sometimes I go with my gut feeling, some say go with what your heart says - it's only a matter of time before my appendix will have an opinion. This is probably why there are so many helplines these days. No one knows who to bloody listen to!

Those lists of men in Whitman's papers--a collector's catalog, a record of the body's travels? How else will I know the world, if not by touching as much of it as possible, finding in the bodies of my lovers and fellows my coordinates?