Quotes About Wanderlust

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk's sake.

I like the digressive kind of traveling, where there's not a particular, set, goal.

Google earth view gives you the amazing chance to see amazing places all over the world, from the comfort of your own home. With this amazing privilege, what do most people look at? Their own house, their friends houses, and mostly places they have already been to.

We are homesick most for the places we have never known.

Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking.

Our hearts are light and gay because now its happening, we're starting, we're travelling again.

The Wandering Jew in me seeks forgetfulness.

I wanted to travel from the beginning. As a kid, I used to dream about airplanes, before I ever flew in one.

Jack. "It's a picture of these woods!

Beautiful, Glorious Scotland, has spoilt me for every other country.

My father was a soldier and my mother was a great mover. She once counted up how many places she had lived in during the first 25 years of her marriage and it came to 20.

Books allowed her vicarious tastes of infinite variety, but they didn't supplant the need to venture out into the big and the messy. In fact, just the opposite. Books convinced her that something more existed---something intuitive, beyond reason---and they whetted her appetite to find it.

The months and days are the travelers of eternity. The years that come and go are also voyagers…. I too for years past have been stirred by the sight of a solitary cloud drifting with the wind to ceaseless thoughts of roaming.

Days and months are travellers of eternity. So are the years that pass by. Those who steer a boat across the sea, or drive a horse over the earth till they succumb to the weight of years, spend every minute of their lives travelling. There are a great number of ancients, too, who died on the road. I myself have been tempted for a long time by the cloud-moving wind - filled with a strong desire to wander.

Even in Kyoto     longing for Kyoto            hototogisu

There are also times when we feel like taking to the road ourselves, seizing the raincoat lying nearby, or times when we feel like sitting down till our legs take root, enjoying the scene we picture before our eyes. (Written by Soryu as a postscript)

To talk casually About an iris flower Is one of the pleasures Of the wandering journey.

When you stay too long in one place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You get no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes. Just as, she supposed, it is hard to have a sense of the vastness inside any one person.

wanted to be somewhere he had never been. I wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big and expanse the world is. You get no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes

When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You get no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes. Just as, she supposed, it is hard to have a sense of the vastness inside any one person.

When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You get no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes.

When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You get no sense of the length of those longitude and latitudes. Just as, she supposed, it is hard to have a sense of the vastness inside any one person.