What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
adventure goodbye travel
So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry
adventure awakening life travel tso-love
Yet this book is to prove that no matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.
adventure change learning travel
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life
life travel
.. But I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.
beautiful travel wanderlust
All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).
life-changing on-the-road travel travel-writing
C'è sempre qualcosa di più, un po' più in l?.. Non finisce mai.
life-lessons travel travelling
- Dobbiamo andare e non fermarci finché non siamo arrivati.- Dove andiamo?- Non lo so, ma dobbiamo andare.
Let me sing the beauty of my Maggie. Legs: --the knees attached to the thighs, knees shiny, thighs like milk. Arms: --the levers of my content, the serpents of my joy. Back: --the sight of that in a strange street of dreams in the middle of Heaven would make me fall sitting from glad recognition. Ribs?--she had some melted and round like a well formed apple, from her thigh bones to waist I saw the earth roll. In her neck I hid myself like a lost snow goose of Australia, seeking the perfume of her breast.... She didn't let me, she was a good girl. The poor big alley cat, though almost a year younger, had black ideas about her legs that he hid from himself, also in his prayers didn't mention... The dog. Across the big world darkness I've come, in boat, in bus, in airplane, in train standing my shadow immense traversing the fields and the redness of engine boilers behind me making me omnipotent upon the earth of the night, like God--but I have never made love with a little finger that has won me since. I gnawed her face with my eyes; she loved that; and that was bastardly I didn't know she loved me--I didn't understand.
sex travel tso-love
Non si può vivere in questo mondo, ma non c'è nessun altro posto dove andare.
life-philosophy travel world
Nulla dietro di me, tutto avanti, è sempre così sulla strada..
travel
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars..
travel wanderlust
We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
travel travel-writing wandering
It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.
california san-francisco travel