Quotes About Wanderlust

If I read enough about one country I sometimes found that the intensity of the reading removed by desire to travel there.

All mountain people are like that. No matter where you go, the mountains call you back.

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

The mind that finds its way to wild places is the poet's but the mind that never finds its way back is the lunatic's.

There are certain books that I mean to read and keep stacked by my bedside. I even take them on trips. Some of my books should be awarded their own frequent-flier miles, they've traveled so much.

Adventure must start with running away from home.

He made the world to be a grassy road Before her wandering feet.

I have discovered that most ofthe beauties of travel are due tothe strange hours we keep to see them.

The particulars of new places grabbed me and held me, the sweep of new coasts, cold, lovely dawns. The world was incomprehensibly large, and there was still so much to see.... I liked surrendering to the onrush, the uncertainty, the serendipity of the road. And I generally liked being a stranger, an observer, often surprised.

Even when he'd arrived he'd had restless eyes, eyes that were always looking about as if he might notice some place he'd rather be and head out for it immediately.

I would like to spend the whole of my life traveling, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend at home.

What begins as a random walk often ends up taking you somewhere, somewhere that you later realise was exactly where you wanted to go.

I'm getting soft! I need the sea! I miss its greens and blues and grays. Its singing whales. Its silent rays. Its shipwrecks resting on the sand. Undiscovered and unmanned Removed now from all history I miss the sea! Its mystery. Its kelp. Its creatures. Crabs and corals Devoid of complicating morals. Its secrets. All its saline riches. I'm going home.

That's the great illusion of travel, of course, the notion that there's somewhere to get to. A place where you can finally say, Ah, I've arrived. (Of course there is no such place. There's only a succession of waitings until you go home.)

Si sentiva libero. [...] Libero come una stella che devia dall'orbita e solca il firmamento lasciandosi dietro una scia sfavillante.

Anhelamos marcharnos lejos y quedarnos en casa al mismo tiempo.

It's the only thing that keeps me going these days, travelling. Changes of scene, changes of faces

So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.

I'm able to actually choose places to go which have intrigued me for the last god knows how many years, and Tasmania's always been one of those places.

All God's children need traveling shoes.

My God, I'd rather go to Europe than go to heaven.

Good shoes take you to good places

We definitely aren't very good at staying in one place. There's not a domesticated bone in my body.

When you're on the road a lot, you're in perpetual search of a good night's sleep.