Quotes about Travel

When traveling is made too easy and comfortable, its spiritual meaning is lost. This may be called sentimentalism, but a certain sense of loneliness engendered by traveling leads one to reflect upon the meaning of life, for life is after all a travelling from one unknown to another unknown.

Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

One travels more usefully when alone, because he reflects more.

When we step out of our normal world and leave behind us all the usual barriers and prejudices, we tend to become more adventurous.

In a railroad car at nightfall, when the natural light outside has diminished until it is even with the artificial light inside, the passenger facing forward sees in his window two images at once: the dim landscape rushing toward him out of a pit of darkness, and the interior of the car, reflected with its more or less motionless occupants. At this hour most passengers unconsciously give allegiance to one of these two polarities of vision; and the individual momentarily aware of both may be struck by the profound, almost tragic duality between outer and inner worlds, between the rush of experience and the immobility of awareness.

Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading whenever I choose,
Henceforth I ask not good fortune, I am myself good fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticism,
Strong & Content I travel The Open Road.

The instant experience of the present, right now and here, as it is, for your mind, energy and body, are many, and each is operating in a different state of awareness and dimension of time.
The present of your mind is far away from the time of here and started beyond the time your remember, in a time that is ever lasting and always there.
The present of your energy is actively in a time you can perceive, beyond the vision of the world in this time, and is replicated at each dimension you are manifested or related.
The present of your body, is an experience of your senses, limited to the infinite potentiality of a body that exists beyond time.
The instant experience of all dimensions of time, is available here and now, through every cell you experience and nourish with life.
 

May you eat an unfamiliar dessert in a strange land at least once every three years.

May you wake up... and start dancing while you're still half-asleep.

May you spray-paint Rilke poems as graffiti on highway overpasses...

My you learn to identify by name 20 flowers, 15 trees, 10 clouds, and one extrasolar planet...

May you dream of taking a trip to the moon in a gondola powered by firecrackers and wild swans.

Little by little, one travels far.

We each walk our own path. All paths lead to the same destination but different beings arrive at it at different times. Each path is like a mystery that unfolds as we travel it. The journey itself  is half the fun!

If you look at the map you're only an inch away!

Independent travel does that, bringing temporarily together these wandering ships that would otherwise pass in the night. Relationships were mostly brief and sometimes downright fleeting. The barriers and masks of settled existence melted away, allowing strangers to become fast friends, if only for a day. We travellers needed that, having deliberately stepped away from the social safety net of family, school, work and community.

If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay at home.

Life's about the journey, not a destination.

Gather only what you need; travel lightly and keep moving forward....the journey will be more joyful with less baggage.

We all travel in two worlds,  The human world and spirit world, with friends from both sides assisting us with our life's journey.

Time does not exist as we think of it today. 

Everything that ever was or ever will be has had, and will have energy. It is impossible to exist without energy.
Time does not have energy and therefore it does not exist. We may continue to measure the distance or the proximity of any event to any other event using any stated measurement of furtherance that we find acceptable.
 We can even call this distance or proximity Time but it is not a force of nature or a Law of the universe and is useless in mathematics.   Any and all scientific experiments that have ever been done in any subject can still be done and will have the same outcome with my statement applied.
All space and all matter and their relation to energy are not changed in any way or degree by removing the overlay of our false understanding of time.   Because time does not exist Timelessness does not exist, so time travel does not exist. 
One can theorize that it is possible to travel to a moment that has already happened or to one that has not happened yet and return but this theory would have nothing to do with time as it is thought of today.
   Thank you.

There is only so much you can learn in one place... the more time that you wait, the more time that you waste...

Who lives see, who travels see more.

As I Attract The Way, I Will Travel It.

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

Being exposed to the existence of other languages increases the perception that the world is populated by people who not only speak differently from oneself but whose cultures and philosophies are other than one's own. Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry but by demonstrating that all people cry, laugh, eat, worry and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try to understand each other, we may even become friends.

Remember what Bilbo used to say: It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.

I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously “present,” an unstable ice floe forever drifting between was and will be. The Adventure called and I followed with my thumb like a character being written by an intractable author. Which, of course, I was.

When you travel towards your objective, be sure to pay attention to the path.  The path teaches us the best way to arrive
and enriches us while we are traveling along it.

I’d been having dreams lately, drunken dreams with their peculiar lucidity in which the Experience Trail, the High Seas seemed to call louder and louder, more and more insistently with a voice that was at the same time music—a siren’s song that almost threatened me if I refused to obey its quixotic urgings …

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.

A child on the farm sees a plane fly overhead
and dreams of a faraway place.....
A traveler on the plane sees the farmhouse
and thinks of home.