Love Travel Quotes Page 2

Those who travel to mountain-tops are half in love with themselves, and half in love with oblivion.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

Unless one says goodbye to what one loves, and unless one travels to completely new territories, one can expect merely a long wearing away of oneself and an eventual extinction.

Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.

Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

To go through life without love is to travel through the world in a carriage with closed windows.

Travel is very subjective. What one person loves, another loathes.

As for a signature accessory, I believe in something totally unique that I love and is very personal. It could be a fab pair of vintage earrings I picked up on my travels or a beautiful brightly colored hat or heels, or a fun clutch or handbag. Truthfully, though, the ultimate accessory is a big smile and positive energy!

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

Maps encourage boldness. They're like cryptic love letters. They make anything seem possible.

The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer.

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.

I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love her, it should not be out of ignorance.

Hope is the destination that we seek.

Love is the road that leads to hope. Courage is the motor that drives us. We travel out of darkness into faith.

I love flying. I've been to almost as many places as my luggage.

Out of the mists of our long oppression, / We bring love for ourselves and each other, / And love for the gifts we bear, /So heavy and so painful the fashioning of them, /So long the road given us to travel them. A separate people, /We bring a gift to celebrate each other, /’Tis a gift to be gay! / Feel the pride of it!

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.

However many chances you think you have missed, however many mistakes you feel you have made, ... you have not traveled beyond the reach of divine love.

Perhaps it's true you can't go back in time, but you can return to the scene of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fateful decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal.

I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death.

I know it. I've tried it. It doesn't help. Let me come with you.

The person attempting to travel two roads at once will get nowhere.

We travel together, passengers on a little spaceship, dependent on its vulnerable reserves of air and soil, all committed, for our safety, to its security and peace. Preserved from annihilation only by the care, the work and the love we give our fragile craft.

I want to have more sex, travel more, drink more wine and love life.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

I love the way that each book -- any book -- is its own journey.

You open it, and off you go. You are changed in some way, large or small, by having traveled with those characters.

I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.

Have a great love for Jesus in his divine Sacrament of Love;

that is the divine oasis of the desert. It is the heavenly manna of the traveller. It is the Holy Ark. It is the life and Paradise of love on earth.

As you think, you travel, and as you love, you attract. You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.

Nothing gives me as much pleasure as travelling. I love getting on trains and boats and planes.

Kindness is gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark journey with us.

There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.

If it is true that one gets used to suffering, how is it that as the years go one always suffers more? No, they are not mad, those people who amuse themselves, enjoy life, travel, make love, fight they are not mad. We should like to do the same ourselves.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

It's really hard for me to remember all of the places that I've been but I can remember all of the delicious meals that I've ever eaten. I love traveling by way or stomach...and finding quiet time.

LOVE'S SECRET Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be;

For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.