Kenneth Grahame Quotes

A man today never feels so alive as when he is hurtling from one point to another on the azimuth.

Being on the road isn't hell - it's pure pleasure now.

Strong and content I travel the open road.

One of the gladdest moments of human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routine, the cloak of many cares and the slavery of home, man feels once more happy.

I want to go skydiving. I'd love to go to the Galapagos. Nature still excites me.

Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

Traveling is the only passion that doesn't need to feel shy in front of intellect.

When I go down the ice, I feel it, the wind in the side of my hair, and then I got the party in the back.

I've flown from Aspen and then to Switzerland the next day and then off again the day after. That's the thing I love most about snowboarding, honestly - getting to travel and explore different places and meet people.

I'm always ready to go back on the road.

Any East Coast road trip we have is very exciting, just being on the road, taking it all in.

Snowboarding has taken me so many different places.

When you are travelling, there's romance, and there's music.

I love to travel, playing drums, and being on the road as not many people can say that.

I love travelling. I'll go anywhere. I think it's so much fun.

I would love to do something that takes me on an adventure. I really want to do it all.

I like to travel, and I'm always ready for a new experience.

I love traveling.

Man's real home is not a house, but the Road, and that life itself is a journey to be walked on foot.

Here today, up and off to somewhere else tomorrow! Travel, change, interest, excitement! The whole world before you, and a horizon that's always changing!

Travel. It was an intransitive verb. It didn't involve any destinations. It was going to the going's sake, to be anywhere but where you were, with motion itself as the only object.

Getting on the road and driving along a road at night, or even in the daytime and seeing the oceans or whatever, is always liberating.

Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.

The greatest justification for travel is not self-improvement but rather performing a vanishing act, disappearing without a trace.

To travel like a bird, lightly to view: Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand,: Ocean embraced in a white sleep with land;: To escape time, always to start anew...: Hooded by a dark sense of destination...: Travelers, we're fabric of the road we go; We settle, but like feathers on time's flow.