Quotes About Wanderlust

In Spanish there is a word for which I can't find a counter word in English. It is the verb vascular, present participle vacilando. I does not mean vacillating at all. If one is vacilando, he is going somewhere but doesn't greatly care whether or not her gets there, although he has direction. . . We could choose some article almost certain not to exist there and then diligently try to find it.

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.

Without travel, writing dies.

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 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 state I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move.

I'm interested to go other places, I've been the boy in the bubble since we've been shooting, I need to go travel a little bit, see where the action is, other than going to see family, of course.

Fantasy stories will always be popular, as there are always readers who are willing to escape, freely, to the worlds that the authors create, and spend time with the characters we give life to.

In a strange city, I connect through food and fantasy.

My father suffered from chronic wanderlust. When I was 14, he set out on a yearlong road trip across Europe and Asia - and decided to take me along for company.

My father's plan was, we were going to grow up and travel the world.

And without fear the lawless roads Ran wrong through all the land.

Sometimes I just want to get in a car and drive away, just get away from all the bullsh.. and drama of my life.

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

Don't be afraid of living life, go out, it's beautiful out there.

Traveling is one way of lengthening life, at least in appearance.

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page.

She had the loaded handbag of someone who camps out and seldom goes home, or who imagines life must be full of emergencies.

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge.

Enjoy the journey, even if you have no destination for what the pleasure is in the journey itself.

The world is big enough,and the possibilities are huge, so pack the bag and get lost.

Travel far and wide if you do you will find what your looking for.

Travel not for the destination, but for the joy of the journey.

traveling allows you to discover things that remain hidden during the normal routine of daily life.

That roads are for journeys, ma'am, not destinations