Quotes About Wanderlust

I wanted to experience New York, to look up and see buildings.

I can settle down and be doing just fineTill I hear an old train rolling down the line,Then I hurry straight home and packAnd if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stackI love you baby, but you gotta understandWhen the Lord made me he made a ramblin' man

The mind, after being confined at home for a while, sends the imagination abroad in quest of new treasures; and the body may as well accompany it,

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.

My name is whaddya care My home is anywhere People say I'm awful dumb So I thought to you I'd come

How wonderful, to have lived in so many places.' He found her enthusiasm infectious. 'It was. It is. The attitudes. The ideas. No one's . . . stuck.

I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.

I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who standing looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

There are some who say that sitting at home reading is the equivalent of travel, because the experiences described in the book are more or less the same as the experiences one might have on a voyages, and there are those who say that there is no substitute for venturing out into the world. My own opinion is that it is best to travel extensively but to read the entire time, hardly glancing up to look out of the window of the airplane, train, or hired camel.

There are words for a woman who walks the streets late at night," she said, with another meaningful look. "Words like insomniac.

Like seasonless fowl we migrate… from East Coast to West Coast and back and forth again, for a job, for a friend, for a change, for a kick.

I love this, and I wish we could keep on driving," Ivy said, the wind whipping a few loose strands of hair back from her forehead that had blown from her ponytail "I haven't seen the Monterrey Peninsula or the Bay area in years. Or the wine country. I've been gone too long.

If a young girl does not find adventure at home, then she must look for it abroad.

Somewhere becomes a nightmare. I knock on no doors, make no phone calls. Nowhere becomes my destination. You can find it on the blank spaces of any free map in any old store. Just turn a corner of your mind, and it's there.

So, what's the point of running away if you have nowhere you want to go?

I wanted to hear what she was saying. I wanted to smell that burnt midnight again, I wanted to feel that wind. It was a secret wanting, like a song I couldn't stop humming, or loving someone I could never have. No matter where I went, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.

You've been everywhere, haven't you." I had, but it hadn't done me much good.

You've been everywhere, haven't you." I had, but it hadn't done me much good. T

I actively pursue experiences that are unlike any others that I've experienced and cultures that I don't know and unfamiliar places and unfamiliar history and things like that.

I wanted to have a home where I could go home and unlock my door and go in and be settled. I was tired of being a gypsy.

I loathe nowheres - airports and bland hotels. I would rather be in an unpleasant, uncomfortable place rather than one just adrift, floating around.

There is a part of me that still wants to go out and grab a backpack and unplug - not take a cellphone or even a camera and just get out there and experience the world and travel. I have yet to do that, but someday I hope.

Anytime I feel lost, I pull out a map and stare. I stare until I have reminded myself that life is a giant adventure, so much to do, to see.