“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
– J.R.R. Tolkien.
“because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars…”
– Jack Kerouac.
“When you’re traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.”
– William Moon.
“That’s the place to get to—nowhere.One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.”
– D.H. Lawrence.
“In the hours waking,
when we’re still all still,
and you can hear the floorboards creaking,
and you can feel the shades blow in,
the night we slept with,
we’ll never kiss like that again.
Our lips, will sever,
our memories, will dissipate,
and our shadows will be swallowed by the sky.”
― Dave Matthes.
“You’re not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not… No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald.
“So never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It’s probably worth it.”
– Alex Garland.
“Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual love, or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will rise a certain individual to glory, it will destroy another who is not suited to its personality. Only through travel can we know where we belong or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected.”
– Roman Payne.
“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.”
– Roman Payne.
“Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.”
– Erol Ozan.
“I keep going back
as if Im looking for something I have lost
back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland
back to the beacon, the breast
the smell and taste of the breeze,
and the singing of the rain.”
– Heather Nova.