#ravel

One thing that I love about traveling is feeling disoriented and removed from my comfort zone. ↗

— Sarah Glidden

#love

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#juliette-ferrars #unravel-me #rain

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it. ↗

— Colum McCann

#travel #afterlife

People are often frightened of Parisians, but an American in Paris will find no harsher critic than another American. ↗

— David Sedaris

#paris

When we teach ourselves and our children discipline, we are teaching them and ourselves how to suffer and also how to grow. ↗

— M. Scott Peck

#discipline

As I say, I have never in all these years thought of the matter in quite this way; but then it is perhaps in the nature of coming away on a trip such as this that one is prompted towards such surprising new perspectives on topics one imagined one had long ago thought throughly. ↗

— Kazuo Ishiguro

#traveling #understanding #imagination

Having books standing on a shelf in a room is like having completely different worlds at the ready, waiting to be explored. ↗

— J.F Hermann

#creativity #dimension #home #imagination #inspiration

Sir Henry fixed him with a keen eye. 'Odd name, Tom Skatt - eh?' 'Thats right' 'You don't think we could be related?' Tom looked up at his great-great-great-uncle and smiled. 'I don't think so' 'No,' grinned Sir Henry "no, of course not ↗

— Henry Chancellor

#funny #good #secrets #time #travel

There are three trips you take to India: the one you think you’re going to have – that you plan for; the one you actually have; and the one you live through once you go back home. ↗

— Erin Reese

#travel #home

Suddenly I came out of my thoughts to notice everything around me again-the catkins on the willows, the lapping of the water, the leafy patterns of the shadows across the path. And then myself, walking with the alignment that only comes after miles, the loose diagonal rhythm of arms swinging in synchronization with legs in a body that felt long and stretched out, almost as sinuous as a snake…when you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back; the more one comes to know them, the more one seeds them with the invisible crop of memories and associations that will be waiting for when you come back, while new places offer up new thoughts, new possibilities. Exploring the world is one the best ways of exploring the mind, and walking travels both terrains. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#travel #walking #nature