Quotes About Wanderlust

There's no such things as travel insurance when it comes to reading.

The open road. What a trio of words. What a vision of blue sky and untouched hills and narrow trails heading God knew where and being free—free and hungry, free and cold, free and wet, free and lost. Who could mourn such conditions, faced with the alternative?

I always feel lifted the minute I taste real air. The minute I see the sun-scorched signs, the swaying traffic-lights. The lab is gone. But not tonight, it seems. Tonight all I can think of is Diane Fleming rolling into town, starting fires.

A beautiful road is a beautiful friend; you never get bored with it!

A camel that always moves with the camel caravan cannot discover the beauties of the unknown oases!

A street that you have never visited is a book that you have never read! You never know what you are missing!

For the bored souls, sometimes sea is the best answer!

Have you lost your way? Don't be sad; be happy, because you will see new places, places that you have never been to! It is magical to lose the way!

Let us freely walk in the countryside, like a horse peacefully walking towards sunset without any particular purpose!

Magic of the shadows can best be seen in the deserts.

Stories , he thought. All they created was a yearning for faraway places.

My ideal community? Anywhere but here.

How I want to see the mountains, rivers, sunshine, and ruined fortresses! Let the wind course over us until we become beautiful

thirty-four-year-old Ohio-born physician, Oliver Meredith Wozencraft had contracted an acute case of wanderlust from the Argonauts passing through his hometown of New Orleans. Early in 1849 he left behind

I woke up wanting to read a poem by that name, and I found one with a lifeguard's chair, a broken shell, gulls watching egrets, home an ocean away.

Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.

That land was so level that the only way you didn't see the stars was if you looked at your feet, and the sky smelled of deep water. I could have jumped off into it and swum wherever I wanted.

Travel Wizard Chess

Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life

The boy came to believe that going west was more than just a fancy for someplace new. He came to see it as a part of his soul, a missing piece that could only be made whole on some far-off mountain or plain.

My mind takes flight like a butterfly. There is so much to do. You can wander off in space or in time, set out for Tierra del Fuego or for King Midas's court. You can visit the woman you love, slide down beside her and stroke her still-sleeping face. You can build castles in Spain, steal the Golden Fleece, discover Atlantis, realize your childhood dreams and adult ambitions.

Travel was wonderful, travel was glorious. See the USA in your Chevrolet! But

Wanderlust, on which the Wayfarer fed, was only lust, after all, lustily excited by penetration and veils.

Toen klaarde haar gezicht op. 'Betekent dat dat je blijft?' 'Dat weet ik nog niet.' 'Je moet blijven.' 'Ik hoor hier niet.' Ze snoof. 'Dat weet ik ook wel. Maar er is geen enkele andere plek waar je wel hoort, toch?' Daarna lachte ze hem met haar scherpe tandjes toe, sloeg haar boog om haar schouder en liep tussen de bomen door weg.