John Dewey Quotes

People think of travel, of movement, as a kind of reprieve from life. But they're wrong. Movement isn't a reprieve. There is no reprieve. Movement is our permanent state.

The road is better than the inn.

When you grow up by the sea, you spend a good deal of time looking at the horizon. You wonder what on Earth the waves might bring - and where the sea might deposit you - until one day you know you have lived between two places, the scene of arrival and the point of departure.

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.

Death is only a larger kind of going abroad.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

I haven't found anywhere in the world where I want to be all the time. The best of my life is the moving. I look forward to going.

You start wanting to see a different place every day.

My life is the road, man. I need to keep moving.

Not so many years ago there was no simpler or more intelligible notion than that of going on a journey. Travel -movement through space -provided the universal metaphor for change. One of the subtle confusions -perhaps one of the secret terrors -of modern life is that we have lost this refuge. No longer do we move through space as we once did.

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!

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.

That’s the funny thing about arriving somewhere, Vin,” he said with a wink. “Once you’re there, the only thing you can really do is leave again.

Every change of place becomes a delight.

Travel is an attitude, a state of mind. It is not residence, it is motion.

My direction? Anywhere. Because one is always nearer by not keeping still.

I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?

To die is landing on some distant shore.

I always felt like I was on the move, that I was going towards something.

I'm kind of addicted to moving.

Life is just a journey.

I do love traveling, so I've been able to travel a lot.

I am a voyager - and the voyage cannot mean that I stay at home.

Movement has been one of the few constants in my life, and I always feel a great sense of optimism when I set off to a new place.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.