Quotes About Wanderlust

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say

This wish to wander, to meet different kinds of people, is there something arrogant about it, something a little frivolous and perverse? Where will she go to make a home for herself when every home seems too sunk in its roots, too predictable

She would like to be able to carry her home on her back like a snail and go off into the unknown.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you.

Part of what I love about traveling was the idea of vanishing from the radar for a while, even if it was just for an hour in the airport, the idea being that if I couldn't be found, then neither could my troubles find me.

It was one of my dreams as a child, growing up in my little village with my cousins. We used to walk together, and I used to say, when you look at the world map, 'This town is there, that town is there, that river is there.' I used to say, 'One day, I'm going to travel these places.'

My dad was in the RAF, so we travelled quite a lot. My memory's not the best - I remember we lived in Belgium for a bit - but I grew up in a village called Compton in Newbury.

I'm the type of person who far prefers a vacation filled with trips to museums and art galleries, shopping and exploring vintage flea markets, people-watching at cafes, and discovering delicious restaurants as opposed to lounging on a beach for days on end.

I always try to scour local vintage shops and antique stores as much as I can while I'm on the road - it's my version of hunting for buried treasure.

Still she felt like a mermaid following a unicorn into the woods, all the while knowing that at some point, she would have to return to the sea.

Dipendesse da me non farei altro che viaggiare. Vorrei

Lo digo ingenuamente, prefiero el aire libre del desierto, su cielo, su sublime y poética soledad, a estas calles encajonadas, a este hormiguero de gente atareada, a estos horizontes circunscritos que no me permiten ver el firmamento cubierto de estrellas, sin levantar la cabeza, ni gozar del espectáculo imponente de la tempestad cuando serpentean los relámpagos luminosos y ruge el trueno.

She wondered how big the world was, really, when you crossed it, instead of traced it with your finger on the map.

He was suffering from wanderlust, complicated by the tension of knowing that he was rooted to this town by something as simple as his name.

Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.

I'd like to take a long walk, to the edge of something.

For those of us (those that have the desire to explore the world unknown) that grew up going out into the wilds of the world...we got into our souls a sense of beauty.

Traveling is one expression of the desire to cross boundaries.

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers

Every sunset I witness inspires me with the desire to go to West as distant and as fair as that which the sun goes down. Eastward I go only by force; but westward I go free.

Desire should be allowed to roam freely. The range is endless .

The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.

Free spirited free riders they're on their way but don't know where they're going.

Forest is a dream where you may find yourself and dream is a forest where you may lose yourself!