#trave

Tristețea persista, dar durerea aproape că dispăruse, ca și cum s-ar fi evaporat. Atinsese acel prag unde durerea care sfâșie nu mai e decât o melancolie plutitoare ce mai curând umbrește decât rănește. ↗

— Claude Roy

#intalnirea-de-pe-podul-artelor #la-traversee-du-pont-des-arts #roy #art

El însuși părea să-și fi luat, față de trecutul lui, distanța pe care o dă indiferența și, poate, ironia. Unele însemnări din carnetul său îl arăta sarcastic, fără rîcă și detașat de toate, cum știu să fie doar cei care într-adevăr au ajuns până departe. ↗

— Claude Roy

#intalnirea #intalnirea-de-pe-podul-artelor #la-traversee-du-pont-des-arts #roy #art

Travel does this: it creates space that allows thoughts and memories to intrude and assert themselves with impunity. Smells and sights, the quality of light, the honk of a horn -- can all act as touchstones when least expected. ↗

— Andrew McCarthy

#travel #courage

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open. ↗

— Jawaharlal Nehru

#beauty

I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful. ↗

— Justina Chen

#travel #world #beauty

It was the kind of pure, undiffused light that can only come from a really hot blue sky, the kind that makes even a concrete highway painful to behold and turns every distant reflective surface into a little glint of flame. Do you know how sometimes on very fine days the sun will shine with a particular intensity that makes the most mundane objects in the landscape glow with an unusual radiance, so that buildings and structures you normally pass without a glance suddenly become arresting, even beautiful? Well, they seem to have that light in Australia nearly all the time. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#beauty

But the beauty is in the walking -- we are betrayed by destinations. ↗

— Gwyn Thomas

#travel #walking #beauty

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#beauty

Most of the time, beauty lies in the simplest of things. ↗

— Winna Efendi

#beauty

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#travel #wanderlust #beauty