Quotes About Wanderlust

I search for a lost sky.

A journey on a day that you could say was my idea of heaven.

Sephy, d'you ever dream of just … escaping? Hopping on the first boat or plane you come across and just letting it take you away.' There

La mer porte le regard, la terre nos pieds.

If somebody asked me about my inspiration I would say that it's not the peopleand it's not the things, it's travel and experiencing different environments.

J'ai envie d'ailleurs, voila ce qu'il faut dire. C'est une chose bete, une idee qui ne s'explique pas. J'ai envie d'ailleurs

Even from the simplest, the most realistic point of view, the countries which we long for occupy, at any given moment, a far larger place in our actual life than the country in which we happen to be.

Anzi, da un punto di vista puramente realistico, i paesi che noi desideriamo tengono in ogni istante assai più posto nella nostra esistenza vera, dei paesi dove abitiamo in realtà.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.

Of all the paths in life you take, make sure a few of them are dirt

Who has not felt the urge to throw a loaf of bread and a pound of tea in an old sack and jump over the back fence?

So abundant and novel are the objects of interest in a pure wilderness that unless you are pursuing special studies it matters little where you go, or how often to the same place. Wherever you chance to be always seems at the moment of all places the best; and you feel that there can be no happiness in this world or in any other for those who may not be happy here.

longing for the mountains

take me into the mountains

And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.

When you're a kid all you want to do is be somewhere else.

He was determined to be the most touristy tourist who had ever touristed

I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every states I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move.

You don't even know where I'm going. I don't care. I'd like to go anywhere.

On neighbors looking over his camper:] I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation--a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any here... nearly every American hungers to move.

And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey—a look of longing. "Lord! I wish I could go." "Don't you like it here?" "Sure. It's all right, but I wish I could go." "You don't even know where I'm going." "I don't care. I'd like to go anywhere.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased. I remember a man in Salinas who in his middle years traveled to Honolulu and back, and that journey continued for the rest of his life. We could watch him in his rocking chair on his front porch, his eyes squinted, half-closed, endlessly traveling to Honolulu.

I have many homes, some that I have not seen yet. Maybe that is why I am restless; I have not yet known all of my homes