To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure.
~ Freya Stark, Explorer (January 31, 1893 – May 9, 1993)

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of the intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the beauty in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that one life has breathed easier because you lived here. This is to have succeeded.

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

… taking the long way home through the market I slow my pace down. It doesn’t come naturally. My legs are programmed to trot briskly and my arms to pump up and down like pistons, but I force myself to stroll past the stalls and pavement cafes. To enjoy just being somewhere, rather than rushing from somewhere, to somewhere. Inhaling deep lungfuls of air, instead of my usual shallow breaths. I take a moment to just stop and look around me. And smile to myself. For the first time in a long time, I can, quite literally, smell the coffee.

~ Alexandra Potter, The Two Lives of Miss Charlotte Merryweather

If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine; it is lethal.

― Paulo Coelho

Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.

― Jack Kerouac

We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.