Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Voyaging. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Voyaging Quotes And Sayings by 93 Authors including Walt Whitman,Julia Cameron,Edward T. Hall,Rebecca Solnit,Reid Hoffman for you to enjoy and share.
Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,
Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,
I tread day and night such roads.
Leap, and the net appears.
Viewing movies in very slow motion, looking for synchrony, one realizes that what we know as dance is really a slowed-down, stylized version of what human beings do whenever they interact.
The subject of walking is, in some sense, about how we invest universal acts with particular meanings. Like eating or breathing, it can be invested with wildly different cultural meanings, from the erotic to the spiritual, from the revolutionary to the artistic.
My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.
The question is: how you cross uneven ground, how you assemble networks around you.
The essence of travel is diffuse. It is never there on the spot as it were, but always beyond: its symbol is the horizon, and its interest always lies over that edge in the unseen.
Try this experiment, closing your eyes and navigating with your ears. It's eerie because walls, you can actually hear your footstep maybe bounce off of or you can feel the vibration of your voice and help that ... use that to navigate.
Travel steadily in your define path.
Left turn in four. Hundred. Feet.
An invisible electronic woman navigates us toward the highway from the distant planet Monotone, where everyone is tranquil and directionally adept,
He turns his back to the far shore and rows toward it. He can in this way travel away from, yet still see, his house ... he feels he is riding a floating skeleton ... Some birds in the almost-dark are flying as close to their reflections as possible.
The artist invites the spectator to take a journey within the realm of the canvas ... Without taking the journey, the spectator has really missed the essential experience of the picture.
Hurrying, dragging, falling, crying, calling out names hopefully and hopelessly.
Doing a route at the absolute limit of the possible demands and encourages a coordination of all peripheral factors. It is, at the same time, a sign of joy and contentment with that moment, perhaps even a mirror of the equlibrium in your inner spirit, a mirror of a liberated state of mind.
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.
Many of us who walk to and fro upon our usual tasks are prisoners drawing mental maps of escape.
When we have a clear sense of our destination, we can be flexible in the route we take to reach it.
To deal with the chaos of life, I escape into the prism of glass, dancing to the visual music in my mind. My photographs express my interior movement from darkness into light and back.
Satnav will get us quickly and all-too-predictably from A to B, but the path of life is more interesting when we're allowed to explore the side streets.
Loaming is my special word for it..it's a combination of looming and roaming
By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path
This landscape is animate: it moves, transposes, builds, proceeds, shifts, always going on, never coming back, and one can only retain it in vignettes, impressions caught in a flash, flipped through in succession, leaving a richness of images imprinted on a sunburned retina.
Journey over all the universe in a map, without the expense and fatigue of traveling, without suffering the inconveniences of heat, cold, hunger, and thirst.
By changing your direction, you can always change your destination!
Moving. Someone said this to me a long time ago, it's bhuddist saying, I think: 'There is no wasted effort'.
searching the sky from high above to below the horizon, gradually working around until he reached the right and the rear.
The never-ending flight Of future days.
Move on up towards your destination
True navigation begins in the human heart. It's the most important map of all.
The surprises, liberations, and clarifications of travel can sometimes be garnered by going around the block as well as going around the world, and walking travels both near and far.
Dance Above The Clouds
Way before we were scratching pictures on caves or beating rhythms on hollow trees we were perfecting the art of combining our breath and mind and muscles into fluid self-propulsion over wild terrain.
We all know the sense of comfort of which we are conscious when a good half of the floor space in a room is unencumbered; this seems to offer us the agreeable possibility of moving about freely.
Walk in the light pathways.
Paths are made by walking
A blur of blinks, taps, jiggles, pivots and shifts ... the body language of a man wishing urgently to be elsewhere.
We are journeying externally from country to country. We are traveling in historical time, from the present to the distant past. We are traveling inwardly as well, through the music of meditation.
Dreamers of dreams may be pathfinders; but they may be mere vagrants. Of those who depart from the pavements, only a few are explorers: the rest are mere jaywalkers
Footsteps in the snow suggest where you have been, point to where you were going: but when they suddenly vanish, never dismiss the possibility of flight ...
Dancingiseverything,' continued the Sheep Man. 'Danceintip-topform. Dancesoitallkeepsspinning. Ifyoudothat, wemightbeabletodosomethingforyou. Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays.
Dance on the edge of mystery.
Capture a shadow, dance with the wind, stand in a rainbow, begin at the end.
Pay attention to the space between where we're standing and where we want to go.
Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinion.
Ja, a walk. When two people stand next to each other and their legs move them forward, at which point they can exchange a bit of dialogue and camaraderie? You are familiar with this, ja?
The intellect is vagabond, and our system of education fosters restlessness. Our minds travel when our bodies are forced to stay at home. We imitate; and what is imitation but the travelling of the mind?
... a certain kind of wanderlust can only be assuaged by the acts of the body itself in motion, not the motion of the car, boat, or plane.
The real message of the Dance opens up the vistas of life to all who have the urge to express beauty with no other instrument than their own bodies, with no apparatus and no dependence on anything other than space.
All around you everything is on the move,
The act of vagabonding is not an isolated trend so much as it is a spectral connection between people long separated by place and time, but somehow speaking the same language.
Jet ski and wild noises.
Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial distance!
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
Movement is my medicine, my meditation, my metaphor and my method, a living language we can rely upon to tell us the truth about who we are, who we are with, and where we are going. There is no dogma in the dance.
trails and across rushing,
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Travelling, gentlemen, is medieval, today we have means of communication, not to speak of tomorrow and the day after, means of communication that bring the world into our homes, to travel from one place to another is atavistic.
There is no sweeter pleasure than wandering aimlessly about.
Walk in the light so you can see where you're going
There is a Dutch word, uitwaaien, to walk against the wind for pleasure.
Obstacles are there to get around, climb over or scramble through.
The summation of human experience is being expanded at a prodigious rate, [but] the means we use for threading through the consequent maze to the momentarily important item is the same as was used in the days of square-rigged ships.
It's dancing! It's magical, actually. A kind of slowish magic. Like writing with your feet.
There are some people who cannot get onto a train without imagining that they are about to voyage into the significant unknown; as though the notion of movement were inseparably connected with the notion of discovery, as though each displacement of the body were a displacement of the soul.
We find in biking the fullfilment of an antique instinct: vagabondage
Lying in the sun, he follows the unhurried paths of seagulls and sailboats, the azure breeze, the ebb and flow of foam on the water and in the air.
All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY CYCLIST
Many journeys, often ones you didn't plan to make, take you to an unexpected destination that turns out to be exactly where you want to be.
When you grow up by the sea, you spend a good deal of time looking at the horizon. You wonder what on Earth the waves might bring - and where the sea might deposit you - until one day you know you have lived between two places, the scene of arrival and the point of departure.
Running down a dream ... working on a mystery ... going wherever it leads ...
After your jump, the net appears. - Vincent Lauria
What I always hoped for out of the psychedelic voyaging was to bring back something. I always felt, and still feel, that that is the attitude with which you should go into these things.
You put on this set of goggles, and within seconds, your brain is convinced you're now in a different, virtual environment. You're somewhere else, and that somewhere else may be a video game, it may be in a real-time movie, a museum exhibit, or a medical surgical training app.
window, with Rig trotting
You should view each new travel frustration - sickness, fear, loneliness, boredom, conflict - as just another curious facet in the vagabonding adventure.
If you lose direction,
go to a higher ground.
If you're thinking of flying, Sparrow, know that I will catch you. There is no escape. Fly until your wings fall off, until there's no more sky, but I will find you. I will always find you.
And then I was simply running, flying along the hallways of the palace on glass-slippered feet, not knowing, not caring where I was going. The journey, not the destination, was all that mattered. The sense of freedom, never mind that it was false, that always comes with motion.
Soon we were downloading ourselves
into laptops, phones or pads, freer
than we had hoped,
floating centrifugally across the Internet
to swim alongside forgotten
selfies, spam emails and porn
Landscape ... can 'enlarge the imagined range for self to move in.
There is something dreamlike about the points that provide a view of the other side, but they belong not so much to the dreamtime as to dream work. The nomads enter the dreamtime not by setting off on some extraordinary, dangerous voyage, but through their everyday, ambulatory movement.
If we are wayfarers who want to return home, then we must see the world as a means of transportation (terestibus vel marinis vehiculis) and always remember to distinguish the means and ends.
Let Your Imagination Take Flight
Sometimes a journey arises out of hope and instinct, the heady conviction, as your finger travels along the map: Yes, here and here ... and here. These are the nerve-ends of the world ...
So travel with me, beyond the small illusions. Dance with me among the clouds, where infinite dreams show not-yet-discovered truths of being. Let the wind whisper passionately against your mouth, inhale deep the endless creativity, dance with the fluttering petals of my spirits concerto.
Foot speed was a profoundly different way of moving through the world than my normal modes of travel. Miles weren't things that blazed dully past. They were long, intimate straggles of weeds and clumps of dirt, blades of grass and flowers that bent in the wind, trees that lumbered and screeched.
Keep moving! Destroy barriers! See everything!
Ride the air In whirlwind.
This thing of venturing out on the ocean where you don't see land.
There is a need to find and sing our own song, to stretch our limbs and shake them in a dance so wild that nothing can roost there, that stirs the yearning for solitary voyage.
Life is a zigzag journey, they say, not much straight and easy on the way, but the wrinkles in the map, explorers know, smooth out like magic at the end of where we go.
To follow the drops sliding from a lifting oar, Head up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward ...
The peloton was Facebook on wheels-and during this period, information was flying.
After a certain quantity, photos apparently taken by chance, postcards chosen according to a passing mood, begin to trace an itinerary, to map the imaginary country that stretches out before us.
The real destination lies in step taking!
Refuse to follow where you're led (Dancing)
The line begins to blur
When you look too far ahead.
When we're in the act of wandering, we need to be present, not watching though a lens.
We humans like to know where we are headed, but creativity demands that we travel paths that lead to who-knows-where.