Quotes About Wanderlust

I'm only lookin' for a fantasy, an interlude from reality.

What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.

Vagabonding is an attitude — a friendly interest in people, places, and things that makes a person an explorer in the truest, most vivid sense of the word.

much more exotic life than I do. Where do you come up with

There is travel and there are babies, he said, stepping out. Everything else is drudgery and death.

A human's choice is either to see new things, mountains, waterfalls, deadly storms and seas and volcanoes, or to see the same man-made things endlessly reconfigured.

The world will be our oyster. We'll be wandering stars. We'll be footloose and free.

Somos turistas en este mundo.

He was under the impression that he belonged wherever there was something interesting to see.

And I'll be sworn 'tis true. Travelers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em.

A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

Over the years loved ones have said I'm a chronically dissatisfied person, and it's true I'd always rather be where I'm not at the time.

I'd give my life just to lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars

How could the stars, sparkle as they might, help me find my way if they kept moving?

The very basic core of a man's spirit is his passion for adventure.

Tramping is too easy with all this money. My days were more exciting when I was penniless and had to forage around for my next meal... I've decided that I'm going to live this life for some time to come. The freedom and simple beauty of it is just too good to pass up.

Loveable as he is, Lawrence is a hyperkinetic freak, and the world is far too full of marvels and joys for him to ever do anything except lunge and swerve toward whatever catches his eye.

Every summer, he leaves his hut and rides buses

Oh, silly woman! Leave your stove, your pots and pans and chores, even if only for one day! Come out and see the sun in the sky and the river in the distance!

I want to see birds flying or perched in trees—but far from my hands.

A c?l?tori nu pentru a ajunge, ci pentru a c?l?tori, pentru a ajunge cât mai târziu posibil, pentru a nu ajunge, dac? se poate, niciodat?.

Let's get going," Towser urged. "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere," said Towser. "Just start going and see where we end up. I have a feeling… well, a feeling-" "Yes, I know," said Fowler. For he had the feeling, too. The feeling of high destiny. A certain sense of greatness. A knowledge that somewhere off beyond the horizons lay adventure and things greater than adventure.

She just stood there and looked at the empty highway, and you could almost tell how bored she was by the way she stood.

I had to leave Paris the next morning. As always I would wonder why and start counting the days before I could go back. And then lose count and be lost again in the life that, by some strange twist of fate, I lived somewhere else. Au revoir Paris. Bonjour tristesse.