Quotes by Anonymous

Travel with the wit of an adult, and the wonder of a child.

Man made borders not to limit himself, but to have something to cross.

If traveling was free, youd never see me again.

Travel is rebellion in its purest form. - we follow our heart- we free ourselves of labels- we lose control willingly- we trade a role for reality- we love the unfamiliar- we trust strangers- we own only what we can carry- we search for better questions, not answers- we truly graduate- we, sometimes, choose never to come back.

Put down that map and get wonderfully lost.

Reading is poor mans way of travelling not just around the world but into the minds of people.

Don’t tell me how educated you are, tell me how much you traveled.

Everything is temporary; Emotions, thoughts, people and scenery. Do not become attached, just flow with it.

My thoughts are like butterflies. They are beautiful, but they fly away.

I know what it is to be in need and what it is to have more than enough. I have learnt this secret, so that anywhere, at any time, I am content, whether I am full or hungry, whether I have too much or too little. I have the strength to face all conditions by the power that Christ gives me.

I can hear your angered silence,Taste your bitterness.Now I smell your vengeance,Yet see your lonely emptiness.I am your broken heart.

I sense the joy of young and old,I hear wondrous tales told,Beauty surrounds me as I gaze above,But I am alone for I live without love.

She pulls up to the drive wayParks the car, Gets Out, Walks up to the door, And embraces me with an iron holdShe is a friend and hugs me the same way she used to, Her hands sliding into their old creases along my bodyI let her into the house, knowing I could never refuseAs she walks through my doors, she reminds me why she stands in my living roomShe tells me that she has returned because of my actions I didn’t learn from the last timeIts my faultI should have been better, she berates meI should have let people in, she tells meI should not have gotten mad, she shares with meI should not have locked myself away, she lets me knowI silently bear all the responsibility for her returnAs we start to get deep into conversation, I realize she has brought her bagsSuitcase after suitcase lets me know she is here to stayShe tells me she will run my life from now onShe will make my scheduleShe will direct how I actShe has come to my doors, breached my walls, destroyed my defenses, and announced her ownership.Crownless in my own kingdomI am defeated.This old friend is called Loneliness

If it has to be its up to me.

Set your sights so high that even failure has in it an echo of glory.

Im not even who I am, yet.

Your value does not decrease based on someones inability to see your worth.

I have travelled many places but still I find that perhaps the greatest journey is through ones own mind.

Life is suffering--and yet.

im in love with every creature on earth.. i dont want nobody to suffer, because i can feel the pain from all of them.. and i want to gave them love.. every creature on earth...