All Quotes By Tag: Travel

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

“Oh! That was poetry!” said Pippin. “Do you really mean to start before the break of day?”

“لا أعلم كيف أخذتني الأمواج وحملتني وطرحتني خارجها إلى يابسة لم تطأها قدماي من قبل. التصقتْ رمالُ الشاطئ بوجنتي الملامسة للأرض. كنت أقرب إلى البرزخ من الاستفاقة، وإلى الغيبوبة من الصحوة. أهلوس بأسماء غريبة، وأصرخ بصوت غير مسموع”

“Even more than a heart, hope was a necessary traveling companion.”

“You have travel too far to quit, may the grace of faith, keep you going in the forward motion to reach the ultimate goal.”

“It’s hard to walk away from a winning streak, even harder to leave the table when you’re on a losing one.”

“In the boundaryless forests, there’re dancers of nude.Yet in the confines of pasture, there’s promise of food.On which is your side?Ô, but tarry and bide,ere you decide,in both do confide.”

“who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,”

“The best traveler is one without a camera.”

“The paradox of love is that to have it is to want to preserve it because it’s perfect in the moment but that preservation is impossible because the perfection is only ever an instant passed through. Love like travel is a series of moments that we immediately leave behind. Still we try to hold on and embalm against all evidence and common sense proclaiming our promises and plans. The more I loved him the more I felt hope. But hope acknowledges uncertainty and so I also felt my first premonitions of loss.”

“To travel hopefully is better than to have arrived.”

“Writing is an affair of yearning for great voyages and hauling on frayed ropes.”

“Fare well we call to hearth and hallThough wind may blow and rain may fallWe must away ere break of dayOver the wood and mountain tallTo Rivendell where Elves yet dwellIn glades beneath the misty fellThrough moor and waste we ride in hasteAnd wither then we cannot tellWith foes ahead behind us dreadBeneath the sky shall be our bedUntil at last our toil be spedOur journey done, our errand spedWe must away! We must away!We ride before the break of day!”

“I’ve come to realize that sometimes, what you love most is what you have to fight the hardest to keep.”

“ 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”