#ravel

Farmers, merchants, manufacturers, and the traveling public have all had their troubles with the transportation lines, and the difficulties to which these struggles have given rise have produced that problem which is even now apparently far from solution. ↗

— John Moody

#difficulties #even #even now #far #farmers

I like the digressive kind of traveling, where there's not a particular, set, goal. ↗

— William Least Heat-Moon

#i #kind #like #particular #set

If one of us, any of us, any American is traveling in a town somewhere in America and a medical crisis hits them, for someone who is diabetic or perhaps has heart disease or some other problems, where do we get the records to determine what to do? ↗

— Timothy Murphy

#american #any #crisis #determine #diabetic

I grew up under Communism so we could only learn Russian, and then when Communism fell in 1989 we could learn a few more things and have the freedom to travel and the freedom of speech - and the freedom of dreaming, really. ↗

— Petra Nemcova

#could #dreaming #fell #few #freedom

Astronomers are greatly disappointed when, having traveled halfway around the world to see an eclipse, clouds prevent a sight of it; and yet a sense of relief accompanies the disappointment. ↗

— Simon Newcomb

#around #astronomers #clouds #disappointed #disappointment

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#travel #life

She had learned to live light because life itself could be heavy enough. ↗

— Jackson Burnett

#jackson-burnett #life-philosophy #light-vs-heavy #the-past-never-ends #travel

My father had a varied ear, from Hank Williams to Ravel. ↗

— Madeleine Peyroux

#father #had #hank #hank williams #ravel

You ever want to negotiate a hostage situation in Quebec, I'm your man. Send me in for a little parley and the francophone miscreants will flee, hands over bleeding ears. ↗

— Will Ferguson

#humour #travel #beauty

I suppose there has been nothing like the airports since the age of the stage-stops - nothing quite as lonely, as sombre-silent. The red-brick depots were built right into the towns they marked - people didn't get off at those isolated stations unless they lived there. But airports lead you way back in history like oases, like the stops on the great trade routes. The sight of air travellers strolling in ones and twos into midnight airports will draw a small crowd any night up or two. The young people look at the planes, the older ones look at the passengers with a watchful incredulity. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#lonely #the-last-tycoon #travel #travelling #age