Quotes About Wanderlust

She is exquisitely elsewhere.

We traveled long and forgot why poetry was invented.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

The golden anchor beckons, the blue sail rises Like the wing of a dream unfolding to a new day. Let us depart, my muse! Beyond an anxious prow, the sea stretches itself out…

She didn't read to show off at book groups or for discussion. She never made a show of her erudition. She just liked to be lost.

My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

...there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.

That's the way both they and I travel sometimes. Pick road at random, and when it's time to pull over, you pull over and hope you can find a place to crash.

I want to see friends more and travel more.

So. Are you going to tell me where we're going? Sure. Yeah? We're going to the most beautiful place in Paris, he says. Cool, I say. I love that place. He laughs and I decide to stop asking.

on a boat, the better.

there are so many things that can take a person somewhere else, but none of those things ever happened to me

But surely the idea that one might slip away unseen and take up another life is nearly universal. Is there anything more fundamentally human than the desire to live in another world, as someone other than our own earthbound selves?

Hawaii. Nieuw-Zeeland. Machu Picchu. Tokio. Bali.

Reizen,' flapte ik eruit. 'Ik heb altijd al willen reizen.

Everyone's looking for something, she thought. Ghosts. Scientific explanations of the world around us. A new and different life somewhere else.

Drive anywhere and everywhere, even when there's nowhere to go. (Note: There's always somewhere to go.)

The last wandering

I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something....Let's go. Let's count for something. Let's get off that ledge.

This is my secret - that at any moment I might fly away.

Don't you want to know where I'd go if I could?" Not really, I think. " Where would you go if you could go anywhere?" It comes out bitchier than I mean for it to. He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl.

We alternate choosing places to go, but we also have to be willing to go where the road takes us. This means the grand, the small, the bizarre, the poetic, the beautiful, the ugly, the surprising. Just like life. But absolutely, unconditionally, resolutely nothing ordinary.

This is my secret---that any moment I might fly away.