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Don't live off your past successes or failures, live for the next big pursuit.

Don’t put off your adventures while you wait for available friends to join.

Do you know what the luckiest thing is?’ ‘No.’ ‘It is to be at home everywhere.

Do you want me to call the internet police for you?

Driving down deserted early morning roads. Round and round. Round downtown. Through naked streets. Lips pursed on two litre bottles of beer, but pursuing the lips of freedom's night. Swapping cars. Winding up at karaoke bars or Bolsi- the best place in town. For the food. For the folk. For the service. For the crema de papaya. And for that late night dawn's whiskey coffee.

Drifting across the vast space, silent except for wind and footsteps, I felt uncluttered and unhurried for the first time in a while, already on desert time.

During those days of whirling about the globe, I had an epiphany: travel was the only area of my life where I had no expectations. I anticipated nothing while fully engaging each moment. What bred adventure, surprise and deep experience was not knowing, surrendering to now and letting go of control.

Each member of this shadowy network resented the others, who were irritating reminders that nothing was more American, whatever that means, than fleeing the American, whatever that is, and that their soft version of self-imposed exile was just another of late empire's packaged tours.

Each time I say good-bye to a place I like, I feel like I am leaving a part of me behind. I guess whether we choose to travel as much as Marco Polo did or stay in the same spot from cradle to grave, life is a sequence of births and deaths. Moments are born and moments die. For new experiences to come to light, old ones need to wither away.

Each way of being is more valued in the presence of the other. This balance between making camp and following the seasons is both very ancient and very new. We all need both.

Early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically.

Edelweis ini bukan hanya sekedar bunga. Tapi ia memiliki filosofi yang indah. Makna sebuah perjuangan, ketulusan dan ketegaran. Itulah yang membuatnya disebut bunga keabadian,” sahut kakek itu sembari merentangkan tangan menikmati semilir angin yang datang. “Keindahan edelweis bukan saat ia berjejer di dalam vas. Bukan pula saat tersusun rapi dalam buket bunga dengan kain dan pita berwarna cerah. Tapi ia akan amat indah bila tetap di alam bebas, bermekaran di tengah hamparan sabana luas. Indah saat bergoyang diterpa angin pegunungan, memutih laksana salju di tanah lapang,” pungkasnya membiarkan Vidi termangu sendirian. (Tujuh Buket Bunga Keabadian, Dunia Tanpa Huruf R)

El reproche y la culpa solo sirven para aprisionarnos y para no dejarnos avanzar.

Elvira, as befitting one who represented a magazine, registered first and demanded a room and bath. She pronounced it "bawth." The clerk seemed aghast at the request. However, in that hotel, any lady got whatever she asked for. It was her unquestioned right, as a lady. But there was no bath in the hotel, nor running water for that matter. The clerk faltered out something about a nice bowl and pitcher in every room, and said he thought they could provide a foot tub. He was sorry; there was no bath. Elvira couldn't grasp the situation. She thought the clerk was stupid--a hotel without a bath was a contradiction in terms. When she explained that she wanted something for complete immersion, the clerk seemed embarrassed. At his wits' end, he suggested (blushing like fire) that the colored boy could bring up the hog scalder.

Embrace those parts of yourself that you've skillfully avoided until now. That's your true adventure.

Empty baggage of the past, travel light in the Light!

Endings are the embryos of new beginnings.

English has so many words that do not exist in Sharchhop, but they are mostly nouns, mostly things: machine, airplane, wristwatch. Sharchhop, on the other hand, reveals a culture of material economy but abundant, intricate familial ties and social relations. People cannot afford to make a distinction between need and desire, but they have separate words for older brother, younger sister, father’s brother’s sons, mother’s sister’s daughters. And there are 2 sets of words: a common set for everyday use and an honorific one to show respect. There are three words for gift: a gift given to a person higher in rank, a gift to someone lower, and a gift between equals.

Enrich your life. Dream, explore and discover the unknown lands with new eyes, new lights and new truths.

England resembles a ship in its shape' wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson in English Traits. He was wrong... England, of course, resembles a pig, with something on its back. Look at it. It is a hurrying pig; its snout is the south-west in Wales, and its reaching trotters are Cornwall, and its rump is East Anglia. The whole of Britain looks like a witch riding on a pig, and these contours - rump and snout and bonnet, and the scowling face of Western Scotland - were my route.

Entrepreneurs pay the price of a road less traveled, while everyone else takes the freeway and perpetually misses their own exit.

Enjoy the moment while waiting.

En wanneer ge na nog een half uur lopen dit zestiend' eeuws stadje ontdekken gaat en bij de bron op het plein uw hete handen dompelt in het ijskoude alpenwater, bedenkt ge dat het niet die geijkte namen zijn van de Azurenkust die uw gedroomd verlangen verwezenlijken. Want dat, van Monaco tot Cannes, de banaliteit van het gestandardiseerde u teleurstellen gaat; doch dat ge de kleine paden moet gaan en de stilte vinden en, ver van de autowegen ener zilverpapieren schijnwereld, alleen met u zelve en uw werkelijkheid-geworden droom, deze wereld tastbaar vindt liggen, gestrekt in de zon.

Escape is a process, not a pill.

Estudio español, latín y teología, pero desde niño deseaba conocer el mundo y esto era más importante que conocer a Dios y a los pecados de los hombres.

Even if you time travel your past, it can't be changed, likewise you can't possibly change your future, it is always the present which matters.

Even in Africa, I had never seen such a profusion of stars as I saw on these clear nights on Pacific isles - not only big beaming planets and small single pinpricks... but also glittering clouds of them - the whole dome of the sky crowded with thick shapes formed from stars, overlaid with more shapes, a brilliant density, like a storm of light over a black depthless sea, made brighter still by twisting auroras composed of tiny star grains - points of light so fine and numerous they seemed like luminous vapor, the entire sky hung with veils of light like dazzling smoke... they made night in Oceania as vast and dramatic as day.

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

Even the ones you don't like, you like better in Paris.

Every body has a unique path to travel.

Even if our loved ones have assured us that they will be busy at work, even if they told us they hated us for going traveling in the first place, even if they left us last June or died twelve and a half years ago, it is impossible not to experience a shiver of a sense that they may have come along anyway, just to surprise us and make us feel special (as someone must have done for us when we were small, if only occasionally, or we would never had the strength to make it this far).

Even migrating birds know that nature doesn't demand a choice between nesting and flight.

Even people whose lives have been made various by learning sometimes find it hard to keep a fast hold on their habitual views of life, on their faith in the Invisible - nay, on the sense that their past joys and sorrows are a real experience, when they are suddenly transported to a new land, where the beings around them know nothing of their history, and share none of their ideas - where their mother earth shows another lap, and human life has other forms than those on which their souls have been nourished. Minds that have been unhinged from their old faith and love have perhaps sought this Lethean influence of exile in which the past becomes dreamy because its symbols have all vanished, and the present too is dreamy because it is linked with no memories.

Eventually everyone dies, but death, in various forms and ways, still comes as a shock. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Or they consign you to flames. The flesh sizzles and the bones crackle. be grateful it happens in that order.

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it. Those whistles sing bewitchment: railways are irresistible bazaars... Anything is possible on a train...

Everybody wants to be someplace he ain't.

Every experience has a pattern and sometimes it teaches us through the spirit of patience captured, that there are no coincidences in life.

Every Inch of the Way is a great page turning adventure which is as close as you can get, without actually saddling up and pedalling yourself into the unknown. It takes real magic to turn a great adventure, into a great book. For one thing, most people can't relate to the mindset of the long distance cyclist and I found myself laughing along to Tom's thoughts and observations, wondering if they were in - jokes, shared by those who had seen the world at the speed of a bike, for example his relationship with Serbia's stray dogs! . But his anecdotes have a great balance of the cultures and places, as opposed to just inward reflections, so I am sure would be enjoyed by anyone with an interest in travel and human experience. A lovely story, written from the heart.

Every journey has its own traveler. Every dream has its own dreamer. We are all belonged to a specific journey and dream. Some people are currently looking for it, some people are just figuring it out, some people are still lost, and to some they have finally found it.

Every new journey transforms the traveler.

Everyone wanted to get to someplace better, wherever that was.

Every path that my foot has treaded was divinely ordered.

Every individual ought to travel on his or her own destiny path.

Every night we stopped in a cabin where wood had been stacked, matches left, and canned goods laid out for the chance traveler. All the unknown host received in return was a scribbled note giving our thanks, any news we could think of, and our names. This whole system of northern hospitality was a gigantic chain, for while we were eating this man’s beans, he was undoubtedly farther up the trail, eating somebody else’s.

Every sacred travel transforms the soul.

Every single moment is a travel into the unknown!

Everything has sensuality, but not everyone can see it. It takes only those who have developed their ability to look at life through the eyes of an artist, which are essentially the deep eyes of passion and appreciation for the sensual world, to perceive it.

Everything is old, here. We are old - the Masters." "You're not," Irian said. She thought him between thirty and forty[...] "But I came far. Miles can be years.

Everything suggests a beyond.

… everything was fresh, green and particularly beautiful. Afternoon light, filtering between remnants of monsoon clouds, picked out gullies and spot-lit patches of forest and scrub on the convoluted ridges of the rim of the Kathmandu Valley. Or, after a rainstorm, wisps of clouds clung to the trees as if scared to let go. Behind, himals peeked out shyly between the clouds.