#ravel

A young gratuitous smile; trust and distrust; Promiscuities of bed and board and road; The one assured treasure A life, in recollection, truly possessed. ↗

— Robert Wells

#pillar #poetry #travel #treasure #value

Every mode of travel has its signature mental aberration. ↗

— Mary Roach

#travel #life

We—all of us—want to feel special. We want to feel the glory that shines on us when we reach beyond our boundaries to grab at something greater, to live a heroic life, if only for a day or a week or a moment. This simple yearning is in us all, hardly recognizable, often only the merest hint that there is something more to us. This is why we seek out new places...we want to remember a somewhere that gave us the space to expand ourselves, to become a little more of who we truly are. ↗

— J.E. Leigh

#travel-writing #life

Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life. ↗

— Colleen McCullough

#travel #life

I don't know how many years it was before I arrived at a formulated philosophy that the happiest thing to do, always, when visiting an individual or a country, is to admit, by word or manner, how much I'm finding there that my life had lacked hitherto ↗

— Clara E. Laughlin

#life

...[I]t behooves a man who wants to see wonders sometimes to go out of his way. ↗

— John Mandeville

#travel #wonder #life

Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love. ↗

— Clive Barker

#travel #love

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#childhood-memory #happiness #loss #love #memory

The real home of man is not his house but the road. Life itself is a travel that has to be done by foot. ↗

— Bruce Chatwin

#home

People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

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