All Quotes By Tag: Travel

“We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.”

“may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.”

“Fundamentals of EsperantoThe grammatical rules of this language can be learned in onesitting.Nouns have no gender & end in -o; the plural terminates in -oj & the accusative, -on Amiko, friend; amikoj, friends; amikon & amikojn, accusativefriend & friends.Ma amiko is my friend.A new book appears in Esperanto every week. Radio stations inEurope, the United States, China, Russia & Brazil broadcast inEsperanto, as does Vatican Radio. In 1959, UNESCO declared theInternational Federation of Esperanto Speakers to be in accord withits mission & granted this body consultative status. The youthbranch of the International Federation of Esperanto Speakers, UTA,has offices in 80 different countries & organizes social events whereyoung people curious about the movement may dance to recordingsby Esperanto artists, enjoy complimentary soft drinks & take homeEsperanto versions of major literary works including the OldTestament & A Midsummer Night’s Dream. William Shatner’s firstfeature-length vehicle was a horror film shot entirely in Esperanto.Esperanto is among the languages currently sailing into deep spaceon board the Voyager spacecraft.-Esperanto is an artificial languageconstructed in 1887 by L. L. Zamenhof, a polish oculist.following a somewhat difficult periodin my life. It was twilight & snowing on the railway platform just outside Warsaw where I had missedmy connection. A man in a crumpled track suit & dark glasses pushed a cart piled high with ripped & weathered volumes—sex manuals, detective stories, yellowingmusical scores & outdated physics textbooks, old copies of Life, new smut, an atlas translated,a grammar, The Mirror, Soviet-bloc comics, a guide to the rivers & mountains, thesauri, inscrutablemusical scores & mimeographed physics books,defective stories, obsolete sex manuals— one of which caught my notice (Dr. Esperanto since I had time, I traded my used Leaves of Grass for a copy.I’m afraid I will never be lonely enough.There’s a man from Quebec in my head,a friend to the purple martins.Purple martins are the Cadillac of swallows.All purple martins are dying or dead.Brainscans of grown purple martins suggestthese creatures feel the same levels of doubt& bliss as an eight-year-old girl in captivity.While driving home from the breweryone night this man from Quebec heard a radio programabout purple martins & the next day he set outto build them a housein his own back yard. I’ve never built anything,let alone a house,not to mention a homefor somebody else.Never put in aluminum floors to smooth over the waiting.Never piped sugar water through colored tubesto each empty nest lined with newspaper shreddedwith strong, tired hands.Never dismantled the entire affair& put it back together again.Still no swallows.I never installed the big light that stays on through the nightto keep owls away. Never installed lesser lights,never rested on Sundaywith a beer on the deck surveyingwhat I had done& what yet remained to be done, listening to Styxwhile the neighbor kids ran through my sprinklers.I have never collapsed in abandon.Never prayed.But enough about the purple martins.Every line of the workis a first & a last line & this is the springof its action. Of course, there’s a journey& inside that journey, an implicit voyagethrough the underworld. There’s a bridgemade of boats; a carp stuffed with flowers;a comic dispute among sweetmeat vendors;a digression on shadows;That’s how we finally learnwho the hero was all along. Weary & old,he sits on a rock & watches his friendsfly by one by one out of the song,then turns back to the journey they all beganlong ago, keeping the river to his right.”

“Maybe happiness is this: not feeling that you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else. Maybe the current conditions in Switzerland…make it simply easier to ‘be’ and therefore ‘be happy.”

“When life gives you happiness deficiency try adding Vitamin SEA to your travels, believe me it always works !”

“The intimate sense of self-awareness we experience bubbling up at each moment is rooted in the originating activity of the Universe. We are all of us arising together at the invisible center of the cosmos.” We once thought that we were no bigger than our physical bodies, but now we are discovering that we are deeply connected participants in the continuous co-arising of the entire Universe. Awakening to our larger identity as both unique and inseparably connected with a co- arising Universe transforms feelings of existential separation into experiences of subtle communion as bio-cosmic beings. We are far richer, deeper, more complex, and more alive than we ever thought”.”

“I said I liked sunsets and he said “you should see the sunrise,” and told me about open fields in Canada, where he’d been. I listened and he talked and my broken heart ached a little lower and not so hard, and I never told him about it, but I think he knew, for by the end of the night he said he liked that I finally smiled and told me to do so more often, and that was just one of many days that didn’t turn out the way I had planned, but just like I needed it to, and that’s where I’d like to live. So it’s about the endless possibility of every single day. Be always on your way.”

“The most impactful moments of my life have been the clean ones. The clean streets in the early a.m. hours—the town is mine to own. The blank pages—no story yet written. The new friendship, the new name, the new pair of eyes staring into mine and I can be whoever I want from now on.”

“We are travelers traveling together in this wonderful journey called life! Sometimes we are happy and sometimes we are sad. But as long as we will travel together we will make our journey a beautiful one!”

“Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood. With such a book the impact isn’t necessarily obvious at first…but the more you read it and re-read it, and live with it, and travel with it, the more it speaks to you, and the more you realize that you cannot live without that book. It’s then that the wisdom hidden inside, the seed, is passed on.”

“The world is full of beautiful places. Let your heart be one of them.”

“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.”

“An ardent desire to go took possession of me once more. Not because I wanted to leave – I was quite all right on this Cretan coast, and felt happy and free there and I needed nothing – but because I have always been consumed with one desire; to touch and see as much as possible of the earth and the sea before I die.”

“There is strange comfort in knowing that no matter what happens today, the Sun will rise again tomorrow.”

“Travel Moulds A Man,People Mould His Wisdom And Experiences Mould His LIFE…!”