Lost Luggage Quotes

I've lost bags all over the world and had cases end up in London, Frankfurt, Los Angeles and Miami.

I used to think that nails-down-a-chalkboard was the worst sound in the world. Then I moved on to people-eating-cereal-on-the-phone. But only this week did I stumble across the rightful winner: it's the sound of a baggage carousel coming to a grinding halt, having reunited every passenger on your flight with their luggage, except for you.

I hate when I'm on a flight and I wake up with a water bottle next to me like oh great now I gotta be responsible for this water bottle.

I convinced him his luggage had gone to that big Bermuda Triangle in the sky.

So let's not pretend that travel is always fun. We don't spend 10 hours lost in the Louvre because we like it, and the view from the top of Machu Picchu probably doesn't make up for the hassle of lost luggage. (More often than not, I need a holiday after my holiday.) We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic of creativity. When we get home, home is still the same. But something in our mind has been changed, and that changes everything.

Because I travel so much, my biggest pet peeve is dealing with travelers - the travelers who can't figure things out. My pet peeve is people who just have no idea how to travel.

The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.

The thing I miss about Air Force One is they don't lose my luggage.

Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?

Nobody ever thinks clearly at the airport.

Amelia Earhart, who said, Stop looking for me; see if you can find my luggage! Never got a dinner!

Travelling so much, sometimes my luggage goes astray. But I can get the right stuff sent to me overnight by a special shipper. No big deal.

I love airports because funny things always happen at them. They're giant complexes full of urgency, seriousness, and confusion. Where am I supposed to be? Which way do I go? And that's just the staff.

I hate flying, airports and the whole rigmarole - queuing up, security and lost luggage.

I've got two shirts still missing from the Bahamas. I'm sure they are part of a youth camping programme somewhere in Tanzania by now.

I don't like waiting in airports for my bags. Even worse, I don't like waiting in airports when my bags are lost.

Why go through the hassle of running from airport to airport and you're still not getting anything done?

I lose my bags all the time. Sometimes for two months. One of the worst times was when I had come from France and I had packed cheese, because I was really crazy about camembert, so I have this really nice suit that stinks of camembert, no matter how many times I dry clean it.

She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien's theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can't move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.

Travel is hard, and it's mostly not your fault.

In the airport, luggage-laden people rush hither and yon through endless corridors, like souls to each of whom the devil has furnished a different, inaccurate map of the escape route from hell.

Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.

If I were to write my title like going through the airport and you have to put down what you do? I would literally write ‘creative genius’.