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Quotes From the Road

I love to find great quotes. Quotes can make you laugh. They can make you think. They are a great way to express yourself using only a few words. Here are some of my travel-related favorites:


The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
~ St. Augustine

Thanks to the Interstate Highway System,
it is now possible to travel across the country
from coast to coast without seeing anything.
~ Charles Kuralt

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.
~ Lao Tzu

Most travel is best of all in the anticipation or the remembering;
the reality has more to do with losing your luggage.
~ Regina Nadelson

The traveler sees what he sees.
The tourist sees what he has come to see.
~ G.K. Chesterton

Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember,
and remember more than I have seen.
~ Benjamin Disraeli

I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.
~ Susan Sontag

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  1. I love the travel quotes. My favorite, "Tourists come back with pictures, travelers come back with stories."

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