We’ve sourced some of the most interesting and thought-provoking Ella Maillart Quotes. Each of the following quotes is overflowing with creativity, and knowledge.
The wideness of the horizon has to be inside us, cannot be anywhere but inside us, otherwise what we speak about is geographic distances.
One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one’s mind.
When the heart speaks, its language is the same under all latitudes.
Travel can also be the spirit of adventure somewhat tamed, for those who desire to do something they are a bit afraid of.
The true traveller is the one urged to move about for physical, aesthetic, intellectual as well as spiritual reasons.
The usual channels of university studies or secretarial work did not appeal to me. I cherished difficult dreams through confidence in myself.
I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.
There is only one valid species of voyage, which is walk towards the men.
The state of minds vary according to the angle under which one examines them.
Certain travellers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.
One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.
That idea of escapism… these words could sum up my life.
You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.
I wanted to learn a few foreign languages, and therefore I had to go abroad.
From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.
I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it – why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?
The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.
We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.
We want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents’ house when we were children.
The timelessness of a concept has to be woven into the running warp of dying time, vertical power has to be wedded to the horizontal earth.
I can see now that a concept or even a feeling makes no sense unless out of our substance we spin around it a web of references, of relationships, of values.
When I crossed Asia with my friend Peter Fleming, we spoke to no one but each other during many months, and we covered exactly the same ground. Nevertheless my journey differed completely from his.
