#rave

It seemed an advantage to be traveling alone. Our responses to the world are crucially moulded by whom we are with, we temper our curiosity to fit in with the expectations of others...Being closely observed by a companion can inhibit us from observing others; we become taken up with adjusting ourselves to the companion's questions and remarks, we have to make ourselves seem more normal than is good for our curiosity. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#art

With me, travelling is frankly a vice. The temptation to indulge in it is one which I find almost as hard to resist as the temptation to read promiscuously, omnivorously and without purpose. From time to time, it is true, I make a desperate resolution to mend my ways. I sketch out programmes of useful, serious reading; I try to turn my rambling voyages into systematic tours through the history of art and civilization. But without much success. After a little I relapse into my old bad ways. Deplorable weakness! I try to comfort myself with the hope that even my vices may be of some profit to me. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#traveling #art

A danger of travel is that we see things at the wrong time, before we have had a chance to build up the necessary receptivity and when new information is therefore as useless and fugitive as necklace beads without a connecting chain. ↗

— Alain de Botton

#art

I’d go to hell and back and cut off the devil’s head myself to save you. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#corcitura #courage #determination #fighting-spirit #love

Tristețea persista, dar durerea aproape că dispăruse, ca și cum s-ar fi evaporat. Atinsese acel prag unde durerea care sfâșie nu mai e decât o melancolie plutitoare ce mai curând umbrește decât rănește. ↗

— Claude Roy

#intalnirea-de-pe-podul-artelor #la-traversee-du-pont-des-arts #roy #art

El însuși părea să-și fi luat, față de trecutul lui, distanța pe care o dă indiferența și, poate, ironia. Unele însemnări din carnetul său îl arăta sarcastic, fără rîcă și detașat de toate, cum știu să fie doar cei care într-adevăr au ajuns până departe. ↗

— Claude Roy

#intalnirea #intalnirea-de-pe-podul-artelor #la-traversee-du-pont-des-arts #roy #art

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#beauty

Many of the bravest never are known, and get no praise. [But]that does not lessen their beauty... ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#bravery #unsung-heros #beauty

Most of the time, beauty lies in the simplest of things. ↗

— Winna Efendi

#beauty

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#travel #wanderlust #beauty