Adventure begins with a thought, decision and action.
I write to get ideas out of my head
The world is full of wonderful things you haven't seen yet. Don't ever give up on the chance of seeing them.
Embrace those parts of yourself that you've skillfully avoided until now. That's your true adventure.
Money can take you many places, but imagination can take you anywhere.
See it, learn it, do it ALL.
Explore often. Only when you will know how small you are and how big the world is.
She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.
You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.
I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.
I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.
I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.
The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
I was an adventurer, but she was not an adventuress. She was a 'wanderess.' Thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences - whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her.
When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass.
If you do something that has never been done you will collect treasures that have never been found.
Travel Moulds A Man,People Mould His Wisdom And Experiences Mould His LIFE...!
She called herself Europa, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.
Simple minded people do things like gossip, lie, spread rumors, and cause troubles. But, I know you're more intelligent.
With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.
i had a dream when i was 22 that someday i would go to the region of ice and snow and go on and on till i came to one of the poles of the earth
It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent scent that morning, like the beginning of a new adventure, if an adventure could exude a fragrance.
Writing is an affair of yearning for great voyages and hauling on frayed ropes.
As a travel writer I've specialized in gritty, fearful destinations, the kind of places that make a reader's hair stick on end.
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
All of life is a trust fall, and I'm awakening to the thrill, rather than the fear, of being suspended midair.
To wander is to be alive.
Sometimes you have to let go a little bit and travel the path of least resistance but this doesn’t mean that you quit when things get tough, as you are working towards a goal! It just means that you may only be able to see a rough draft of your final destination, right now, and that it’s safe to explore along the way.
Just as a painter paints,
and a ponderer ponders,
a writer writes,
and a wanderer wanders.
I know I am planning to visit a "land" that is not entirely foreign, only foreign to me. As an adventurer, I am on a journey that I believe will last me my whole life. A new relationship, discovery, or awareness excites me.
When you walk,go different roads that take you nowhere,and see your world.
I, sometimes, fear that probably I'll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I'll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.
I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful.
I travel to be replenished with beauty, for travel makes the beauty of this world seem like a Christmas that never ends. I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness . . .
Writing historical fiction has many common traits with writing sci-fi or fantasy books. The past is another country - a very different world - and historical readers want to see, smell and touch what it was like living there.
So I find words I never thought to speak
In streets I never thought I should revisit
When I left my body on a distant shore.
But between now and then, there was Life; and Bod walked into it with his eyes and his heart wide open.
The whole world is like an opened candy jar, and we're plunging in for the best treats
Travel is a state of mind. It has nothing to do with existence or the exotic. It is almost always an inner experience.
Don't ever live vicariously. This is your life. Live.
By seeing how small the world is, I realize how capable I am. I can conquer anything. Anywhere. Anyone.
Let those who wish have their respectability- I wanted freedom, freedom to indulge in whatever caprice struck my fancy, freedom to search in the farthermost corners of the earth for the beautiful, the joyous, and the romantic.
With no other choices open to us, we'd turned our gaze seaward. The oceans were our America: they reached farther than any prairie, untamed as on the first day of creation. Nobody owned them.
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It was during my enchanted days of travel that the idea came to me, which, through the years, has come into my thoughts again and again and always happily - the idea that geology is the music of the earth.
Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
To travel beyond our world is to change this present one forever.
Yet this book is to prove that no matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.
People move around so much in the world, things get lost.
Money spent on good-quality gear is always money well spent.
I dread the beginning of her new life more than words can tell, but I see some hope for her if she travels - none if she remains at home.
Summer is a period of luxurious growth. To be in harmony with the atmosphere of summer, awaken early in the morning and reach to the sun for nourishment to flourish as the gardens do. Work, play, travel, be joyful, and grow into selfless service. The bounty of the outside world enters and enlivens us.
Travel wasn't fun if you didn't get to see or do what you wanted; it was merely a different type of work, in a different place.
Happily, we do the work.
Having books standing on a shelf in a room is like having completely different worlds at the ready, waiting to be explored.
She wasn't where she had been. She wasn't where she was going, but she was on her way.
Seeing pictures of other places around the world makes me feel more important. Reminds me, even though life is short, there's so much to do.
Science rock: The pursuit of science, lead us to the beautiful places of the world.
Wherever you travel to, there is your home.
I was seeing the world, and it turned out to be a lonely place.
There are more places you haven't heard of then you're heard of!' I loved that
You wind back the clock several decades when you visit a Lonely Place; and when you touch down, you half expect a cabin attendant to announce, "We have now landed in Lonely Place's Down-at-Heels Airport, where the local time is 1943 and the temperature is...frozen.
A (wo)men travels the world over in search of wht (s)he needs and returns home to find it
It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on earth has ever produced the expression, 'As pretty as an airport.
If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion, and avoid the people, you might better stay home.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
To travel is to live.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,
To gain all while you give,
To roam the roads of lands remote,
To travel is to live.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
There are several ways to react to being lost. One is to panic: this was usually Valentina's first impulse. Another is to abandon yourself to lostness, to allow the fact that you've misplaced yourself to change the way you experience the world.
No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.
Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of
life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they
continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It
is as though they were traveling abroad.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
...there ain't no journey what don't change you some.
Make voyages. Attempt them. There's nothing else.
It is better to fill your head with useless knowledge than no knowledge at all.
The wish to travel seems to me characteristically human: the desire to move, to satisfy your curiosity or ease your fears, to change the circumstances of your life, to be a stranger, to make a friend, to experience an exotic landscape, to risk the unknown..
No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.
Travel brings wisdom only to the wise. It renders the ignorant more ignorant than ever.
A good traveler leaves no tracks. Good speech lacks fault-finding.
With age, comes wisdom. With travel, comes understanding.
Good luck' is like the shadow of a tree, for some time it gives comfort to a traveler but it doesn't go ahead with a traveler.
Everything is old, here. We are old - the Masters."
"You're not," Irian said. She thought him between thirty and forty[...]
"But I came far. Miles can be years.
Paradise was always over there, a day’s sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.
Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.
Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.
It's hard to walk away from a winning streak, even harder to leave the table when you're on a losing one.
Live your dreams, not your fears! A.Hume
Veni, vidi, vici. That was easy for Julius Caesar to say; he crossed Italy in a chariot, not on a stupid bike." - Vivia
They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]
Enlightenment, and the death which comes before it, is the primary business of Varanasi.
It was as if we'd only been gone the weekend. Or had we been gone a lifetime. Part of that was because when you've lived in Alaska, living in other places seems easier, less challenging, less threatening. Alaska had enlarged each of us. No one is ever the same after coming back from Alaska.
Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people.
In the moment of decision, may you hear the voice of the Creator saying, ‘This is right road, travel on it.
God’s Word is a map you can safely follow as you travel through life.
To travel hopefully is better than to have arrived.
To pray is to communicate with the essence. Praying is calling home.
Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other.