Ryan Sheckler Quotes

A plane is a bad place for an all-out sleep, but a good place to begin rest and recovery from the trip to the faraway places you've been, a decompression chamber between Here and There. Though a plane is not the ideal place really to think, to reassess or reevaluate things, it is a great place to have the illusion of doing so, and often the illusion will suffice.

There are certain times you want to be here and there are certain times you want to just go. And when you go, it's usually so exhausting you have to check into a hospital when you come home!

I couldn't bear the road anymore. I'm sure that a lot of people who have been on the road a long time will say the same thing. After a while, waiting for bedroom service and planes - I wanted to go home.

Hmmmm... It's fun being in front of people, playing shows and all. But hotels? Being away from home? That's different.

I think a major element of jetlag is psychological. Nobody ever tells me what time it is at home.

I have to travel a lot, but relaxation to me is when I am at home.

I'm generally so disoriented during the week about what I'm doing and where I am - I travel a lot - that when I'm home on a Sunday, I typically try to sleep in as much as I can.

After practice, I would have to go back to the dorm and take a nap.

If your work requires you to travel, you will understand that there's no vacation destination like home.

Traveling these days has a lot of problems and also it wears you out more.

Being on the move all the time is draining, but the rewards make up for it.

It's always difficult, when you have such a quick turnaround and a long flight, to try to get ready for a game so quickly.

Usually I'm traveling for tennis, so the most important thing for me is to not get jet lag.

With all the travel we're doing to cold-weather cities, your mind definitely starts to wander. It gets you away from the game. Even when you arrive in a city, you're tempted to just sit in your hotel and rest. Sometimes it's nice to just get out and walk around, to see what's there.

After a two-hour session in the gym, you can't then go out and be up for looking for trouble, you just want to eat and sleep.

Fighting at home doesn't add any pressure - they call it "home-field advantage" for good reason. I don't have to travel. I get to sleep in my own bed the night before the fight.

If I was a waitress, I was too tired at the end of the day when I came home to try to write.

Instead of growing old gracefully, at home with my family - reading and writing and praying and thinking - too much of my time has been spent at airports and in hotels.

A long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen

I'm getting fed up of living away from home so much. They look after you very well but it doesn't matter how well you're looked after, how nice the hotel is, if you're away from home constantly, the bloody dog savages you, thinks you're a stranger, the kid cries and the wife's stuck to your face!

I think any time you're at the end of a trip you're usually pretty ready to come home and start working regularly again.

Some people speak and sing and walk and sit and sleep and silence their homesickness, for a long time, and to no avail. Some say that over time homesickness loses its specific content, that it starts to smolder and only then becomes all-consuming, because it’s no longer focused on a concrete home. I am one of the people who say that.

I've done a reasonable amount of travelling, which I enjoyed, but not for too long at a time. I'm a home-body and get fatigued by it fairly soon, but enjoy thinking back on experiences when I've returned and then often wish I'd arranged a longer stay in the somewhat exotic place.

I don't travel for fun, because I travel so much with my work; when I'm not working, I mostly want to stay home.

Remember when you were a little kid and you'd fall asleep in the car? And someone would carry you out and put you into bed, so that when you woke up in the morning, you knew automatically you were home again? That's what I think it's like to die.