Favorite Travel Sayings
Dec 29th, 2006, 10:42 AM
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"A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey...
...And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices..."
from "Journey of the Magi" by T.S. Eliot
Sorry, I just couldn't help myself!
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey...
...And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices..."
from "Journey of the Magi" by T.S. Eliot
Sorry, I just couldn't help myself!
Dec 29th, 2006, 01:06 PM
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This is a poem rather than a quote, but I thought it was fitting here. It's a favorite of mine.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Dec 29th, 2006, 01:53 PM
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I love that poem by Frost!
Here is one that someone from this forum shared with me recently. I love it, too:
"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Here is one that someone from this forum shared with me recently. I love it, too:
"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Dec 30th, 2006, 04:51 AM
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"High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth/
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;/
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,--and done a hundred things/
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung/
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,/
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung/
My eager craft through footless falls of air.../
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue/
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace/
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew--/
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod/
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,/
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth/
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;/
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,--and done a hundred things/
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung/
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,/
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung/
My eager craft through footless falls of air.../
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue/
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace/
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew--/
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod/
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,/
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
