#ravel

I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every states I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#perceptive #travel #perception

One must travel, to learn. Every day, now, old Scriptural phrases that never possessed any significance for me before, take to themselves a meaning. ↗

— Mark Twain

#scripture

We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things. Not because they are easy, but because they are hard. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#challenge #moon #space-travel #trial #challenge

We may sit in our library and yet be in all quarters of the earth. ↗

— John Lubbock

#reading #travel #library

Les personnages de nos autres vies sont des fantômes que la littérature fait revivre. ↗

— Olivier Weber

#africa #colonialism #french-writer #literature #report

A good traveler leaves no tracks. Good speech lacks fault-finding. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#travel #wisdom #speech

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things can not be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime. ↗

— Mark Twain

#europe #traveling #voyage #men

A (wo)men travels the world over in search of wht (s)he needs and returns home to find it ↗

— Barbara Magro

#travel #world #men

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem. Watch me burn. Love always, Charlotte ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#dreams #existence #goals #growing-up #inspiration

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres? What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around? The tiniest green hummingbird in the world? To stare at some inexplicable old stonework, inexplicable and impenetrable, at any view, instantly seen and always, always delightful? Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm? ↗

— Elizabeth Bishop

#dreams