Quotes About Wanderlust

The urge to roam increased upon her like a thirst.

Quando ci si smarrisce, i progetti lasciano il posto alle sorprese, ed è allora, ma solamente allora, che il viaggio comincia.

Un voyage se passe de motifs. Il ne tarde pas à prouver qu'il se suffit à lui-même. On croit qu'on va faire un voyage, mais bientôt c'est le voyage qui vous fait, ou vous défait.

Don't you know that we must always have a place where we never go but where we think we'd be happy if we did?

Everything looks different. The houses are all these wild colors. The light is strange. It smells primeval. You're on Mars." "You are talking about driving?" Lin attempted to clarify. "About wanderlust," she answered.

Life is like a long ride to nowhere in particular.

The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what's in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that.

The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what's in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that.

Chi legge è altrove.

Philosophy is really homesickness: the urge to be at home everywhere.

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

Pull up the shades so I can see New York. I don't want to go home in the dark.

The ideal lover of flowers is he who visits them in their native haunts, like Taoyuenming who sat before a broken bamboo fence in converse with the wild chrysanthemum, or Linwosing, losing himself amid mysterious fragrance as he wandered in the twilight among the plum-blossoms of the Western Lake. 'Tis said that Chowmushih slept in a boat so that his dreams might mingle with those of the lotus..

They weren't real travelers: they left in order to return. And they were relieved when they got back, with a sense of having fulfilled an obligation.

They weren't real travelers: they left in order to return.

The clouds were so low that one could hook onto them and let oneself be carried away to a distant land, to the south, to warmer climes.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po.

A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.

E tu, amico viaggiatore, dove desideri andare per cominciare?

Partir, un rêve d'exilé permanent.

La sédentarité nous importe aussi parce qu'elle est un renvoi du voyage permanent.

What they don't know is that we all belong to the places we've never even been before. If there's any kind of legitimate nostalgia, it's for everything we've never seen, the women we've never slept with, never dreamed of, the friends we haven't made, the books we haven't read, all that food steaming in the pots we've never eaten out of. That's the only kind of real nostalgia there is.

MRS. HOLLINGSWORTH LIKES TO traipse. Her primary worry is thinning pubic hair, though this has not happened yet. She is bothered that a thought of this sort could occur to her at all, let alone with some frequency. She enjoys a solidarity with fruit. She is wistful for the era in which hatboxes proliferated, though a hatbox is not something even her grandmother may have owned.

I viaggi che riescono meglio sono quelli che non si fa a tempo a preparare. Quelli che si affrontano senza una zavorra di libri. In leggerezza. Portandosi dietro nient'altro che l'esperienza dei nomadismi precedenti." – Trans Europa Express –