Quotes About Wanderlust

When one is travelling, everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it is brigther and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparasion to tarted-up foreign places with all their jewels on.

I want to skip this part. I want to pull on the arm of my slot machine and let the rolls flip over until they show a green tree in the summertime, and me away from that house, walking tall under a blue sky.

A house, a carriage, a balloon, a ship, a racing stallionocerosupine! Is that a thing? It sounds like it ought to be, so let's say it is!

When I was little, my mother told me there are basically two kinds of people in the world: town people and circus people. The kind who stay are town people, and the kind who leave are circus people.

He who travels much has this advantage over others – that the things he remembers soon become remote, so that in a short time they acquire the vague and poetical quality which is only given to other things by time. He who has not traveled at all has this disadvantage – that all his memories are of things present somewhere, since the places with which all his memories are concerned are present.

Solitude goes wherever you go, traveler.

To leave Venice felt as foreign as flying to the stars.

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home. Places where lonely people can live in exile of their own lives—far from anything that was ever imagined for them. —SIMON VAN BOOY, Everything Beautiful Began After

What we seek when we wander usually leads us back home.

I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no family to mourn me save my comrades, no one to remember, no one to raise a marker over my cold bit of ground.

So much of reading and writing to me is about being elsewhere, no matter how much I love where I am.

When people ask me why I still have hope and energy after all these years, I always say: Because I travel.

You can travel without traveling, and you can not travel -- yet travel. Being on the road is a state of mind.

I always thought of my road life as temporary, assuming that one day I would grow up and settle down. Now I realized that for me, the road was permanent, and settling down was temporary. Traveling had created my nonroad life, not the other way around.

laughter is a mark of wanderers

Ah yes, if I could have a magic cloak to whisk me off to foreign lands I should not trade it for the richest robes, nor for the mantle of a king.

Got a whiskey cured guitar and no place is too far

What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.

Bidarshik sempre viajou para lugares distantes - interrompeu Zilla em tom de orgulho. - Ser verdade - assentiu Ebbits gravemente. - E sempre regressou para se sentar ao lume e ansiar lugares distantes e desconhecidos.

The streaming and twisting of the horsehair in the wind beckoned the owner ever onward, luring him away from this spot to seek another, to find better pasture, to explore new opportunities and adventures, to create his own fate in his life in this world.

I wandered from village to village. A few days here, half a year there, like a butterfly on the summer's breath.

There's no key to the woods and fields.

There's no key to the woods and fields.

Hiking in undiscovered places is a lot of fun.