#trave

There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#new-beginnings #steinbeck #travel #change

You meet a new person, you go with him and suddenly you get a whole new city...you go down new streets, you see houses you never saw before, pass places you didn't even know were there. Everything changes. ↗

— Samuel R. Delany

#discovery #perspective #travel #change

Every hundred feet the world changes ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

#travel #change

Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt. (They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.) ↗

— Horace

#climate #nature #sky #soul #travel

No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, or happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than man could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace. It does a bullet no good to go fast; and a man, if he be truly a man, no harm to go slow; for his glory is not at all in going, but in being. ↗

— John Ruskin

#change

There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed. ↗

— Kate Douglas Wiggin

#going-away #magic #travel #change

Past and future are the same, and we cannot change either, only know them more fully. My journey to the past had changed nothing, but what I had learned had changed everything, and I understood that it could not have been otherwise. If our lives are tales that Allah tells, then we are the audience as well as the players, and it is by living these tales that we receive their lessons. ↗

— Ted Chiang

#islam #morality #time-travel #change

All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235). ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#on-the-road #travel #travel-writing #change

But it wasn't till he'd been there nearly two weeks that one morning Paris and its people suddenly became more than a background for his vacation. He was sitting in a café, out on the walk, having a tiny cup of Paris-tasting, Paris-smelling coffee, watching traffic stream by, pleased as always with the countless people on bikes expertly threading their way between and around the cars and buses and trucks. Then a traffic light changed, the stream stopped and waited, and a man on a bike, one foot on the pavement, lifted his arm and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. And he turned real. In that instant he was no longer a quaint part of a charming background; he turned into a real man, tired from pumping that bike, and for the first time it occurred to my friend that there was a reason so many people picturesquely rode bikes through the heavy traffic, and the reason was to save bus fare and because they couldn't afford cars. After that, for the few days that were left to him there, my friend continued to enjoy Paris. But now it was no longer an immense travel poster but a real city, because now so were its people. ↗

— Jack Finney

#people #reality #travel #change

Self-consciousness kills communication. ↗

— Rick Steves

#communication #confidence #self-consciousness #speech #travel