Carl Safina Quotes

Followers of trails and of seasons, breakers of camp in the little dawn wind, seekers of watercourses over the wrinkled rind of the world, o seekers, o finders of reasons to be up and be gone.

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

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.

Ramblin' was in my blood.

I can speak to my soul only when the two of us are off exploring deserts or cities or mountains or roads.

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.

Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.

One of the pleasantest things in the world is going on a journey; I can enjoy society in a room; but out of doors, nature is company enough for me. I am then never less alone than when alone.

Traveling isn't something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing.

I love to move around. I'm not a person who likes to stay in the same place all the time.

Traveling is not something you are good at. It is something you do. Like breathing.

The sight of the huge world put mad ideas into me, as if I could wander away, wander forever, see strange and beautiful things, one after the other...

I love traveling. I like to keep moving. I love the big open spaces in America.

I like to move around. I travel. I've driven across country by myself.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone. Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass! Let them pass!

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.

We find in biking the fullfilment of an antique instinct: vagabondage

Everyone started to have a camera. That's when I started to travel outside of New York and go into nature.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

It's hard to go. It's scary and lonely...and half the time you'll be wondering why the hell you're in Cincinnati or Austin or North Dakota or Mongolia or wherever your melodious little finger-plucking heinie takes you. There will be boondoggles and discombobulated days, freaked-out nights and metaphorical flat tires. But it will be soul-smashingly beautiful... It will open up your life.

I urge you to travel - as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to.

I like to run around. I'm enjoying traveling. I absorb as much as I can, and I get to go to beautiful places that I don't know if I would ever visit.