Blaise Pascal Quotes

Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go.

We have an extensive system of highways, ports, locks and dams, and airports.

I hate to travel with stuff.

I don't like traveling, period. I like being at places and I like going places, but I don't like forms of transportation.

Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.

Most Americans have no clue that before there were highways, there were only waterways to get through the wilderness. If you weren't on a lake or a river, you were in a jungle.

I bloody love transport and plotting a route through London.

What thrills me about trains is not their size or their equipment but the fact that they are moving, that they embody a connection between unseen places.

Rivers must have been the guides which conducted the footsteps of the first travelers. They are the constant lure, when they flow by our doors, to distant enterprise and adventure, and, by a natural impulse, the dwellers on their banks will at length accompany their currents to the lowlands of the globe, or explore at their invitation the interior of continents.

If one wants to get a boat ride, one must be near the river.

I started out thinking of America as highways and state lines. As I got to know it better, I began to think of it as rivers.

Bypasses are devices that allow some people to dash from point A to point B very fast while other people dash from point B to point A very fast. People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people from point B are so keen to get there and what's so great about point B that so many people from point A are so keen to get there. They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.

Things are going downhill with you!' he said to himself, and laughed about it, and as he was saying it, he happened to glance at the river, and he also saw the river going downhill, always moving on downhill, and singing and being happy through it all.

Rivers are the primal highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne men's dreams, and in their lovely rush to elsewhere, fed our wanderlust, mimicked our arteries, and charmed our imaginations in a way the static pond or vast and savage ocean never could.

Journeys are the midwives of thought. Few places are more conducive to internal conversations than moving planes, ships or trains.

People around the world were moving from one place to another. No one was staying.

Henry Ford didn't just create a cheap way of getting away from your in-laws; he basically understood that there was something in us as a culture that wanted to be on the move, that wanted to get out.

If I'm an advocate for anything, it's to move. As far as you can, as much as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river. The extent to which you can walk in someone else's shoes or at least eat their food, it's a plus for everybody. Open your mind, get up off the couch, move.

I followed those highway signs and I've run down those thin white lines.

keep your hand moving

I climb, I backtrack. I float. I ramble my way home.