A Quote by Vita Sackville-West

The wise traveler is he who is perpetually surprised. — © Vita Sackville-West
The wise traveler is he who is perpetually surprised.
A wise traveler never depreciates their own country.
A wise traveler never despises his own country.
The wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.
There is a perfect ant, a perfect bee, but man is perpetually unfinished...Moreover, the incurable unfinishedness keeps man perpetually immature, perpetually capable of learning and growing.
A traveler of taste will notice that the wise are polite all over the world, but the fool only at home.
To be wise use three languages: think well, feel well and do well. And to be wise allow yourselves to be surprised by the love of God. That will guarantee a good life.
A wise traveler never despises his own country. [It., Un viaggiatore prudente non disprezza mai il suo paese.]
My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.
One of the questions I often get asked is, "Were you surprised that Trump won?" I always answer the same way: "I was surprised, I am surprised and I will never stop being surprised."
Maybe we slip so easily into blaming our parents - you're perpetually a child and they're perpetually a parent and you long to balance the equation, but it can only be balanced posthumously.
Everyone is a Wordsworth in certain moods, and every traveler seeks out places that every traveler has missed.
The overdressed traveler betrays more interest in being seen than in seeing, while the true traveler knows that the novel world about her serves as the most appropriate accessory.
When you are starting away, leaving your more familiar fields, for a little adventure like a walk, you look at every object with a traveler's, or at least with historical, eyes; you pause on the first bridge, where an ordinary walk hardly commences, and begin to observe and moralize like a traveler. It is worth the while to see your native village thus sometimes, as if you were a traveler passing through it, commenting on your neighbors as strangers.
The wise man is he who is not surprised when he finds stale tea in a beautiful teapot!
Art keeps one young, I think, because it keeps one perpetually a beginner, perpetually a child.
Notice how we are perpetually surprised at Time. ('How time flies! Fancy John being grown-up and married! I can hardly believe it!') In heavens name, why? Unless, indeed, there is something in us which is not temporal.
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