Quotes About Wanderer

long, long way from home

Yes, I always imagined living in other places.

We are all roamers of vast spaces and travelers in many ages.

we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages.

thirst had driven him into the desert again

I was quite unbalanced with that instinct for the strange and the unknown which had made me a wanderer upon earth and a haunter of far, ancient, and forbidden places.

In every wanderer there is a latent urge to return to the scenes of his childhood.

When I travel, I feel more like a nomad than a tourist.

Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life

Anyone who needs more than one suitcase is a tourist, not a traveler

The poet is a madman lost in adventure.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer.

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.

I am a voyager - and the voyage cannot mean that I stay at home.

Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

I try to travel as much as I can... I'm always looking for a reason to.

Home is where the backpack is

A wandering minstrel came

A wandering minstrel I—A thing of shreds and patches,Of ballads, songs and snatches,And dreamy lullaby!

All this, and discontent too! Otherwise, why am I sitting here dreaming of England? Why am I gazing at this campfire like a lost should seeking a hope when all that I love is at my wingtips? Because I am curious. Because I am incorrigibly, now, a wanderer.

He was Odysseus one moment, the Ancient Mariner the next, an ordinary man like Tom Joad or a seeker like Douglas Adams's hitchhiker. He wandered in search of a past that existed only inside himself. He sought fields of flowers and towering cliffs that jutted out over the ocean and mountaintops that pierced the clouds.

Those who wander are not necessarily lost.

The only reason a road is good as every wanderer knows Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which one goes