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Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Cesare Pavese (via forthelostgirls)
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
Another one from Robert Louis Stevenson who was born and raised in the great city of Edinburgh, Scotland. (via moreoftheroad)
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