Quotes About Wanderlust

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

There is nothing more fugal than a book to take you to different lands

Non esiste un vascello veloce come un libro per portarci in terre lontane.

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself, 'T is that I cannot say; I only sigh,—no vehicle Bears me along that way.

Perhaps this was the point of travel, keeping bits of daily life to ground us while feeling also altogether stretched at the wideness of the world.

I looked in my mirror and saw, not myself, but every place I'd never been.

To travel is to turn the pages of the great book of life.

Everett Ruess: A Vagabond for Beauty

All the highway is good for is to tell you to keep moving, there's nothing to see. That's for idiots who want to go as fast as possible from one point to another. We're not doing geometry here, we're traveling. Find me. some pretty little roads that show us all there is to see.

I want to chase the butterflies.

Soy hijo del camino, caravana es mi patria y mi vida la más inesperada travesía

Nous, les âmes nomades, avons le culte des vestiges et du pèlerinage. Nous ne bâtissons rien de durable, mais nous laissons des traces. Et quelques bruits qui s'attardent.

Fantasists aren't natural readers. They grow restive easily.

I just learned the German word fernweh, sort of a cousin to wanderlust; it means "far-sickness, an ache for distance." Penny

I looked at Adrian's eyes, beautiful, mesmerizing. Not human. I didn't feel lonely at all. "You'll take me places?" I asked. His answer was important, even though my decision was already made. "You can't imagine where we'll go." He said, sincerely.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

Travel is like adultery; one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one's own country. To have imagination is inevitably to be dissatisfied with where you live...in our wanderlust, we are lovers looking for consummation.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

The more I saw, however, the more I needed to see. I tried to settle down back home in Los Angeles, but I missed that feeling, that rush. I went to see a doctor about it. He told me I should slow down for a while, take a break. I just nodded and left, booked a flight out that day. It didn't seem possible to stop.

No one seemed to understand. I'd go to movies, see friends, but after a couple days I'd catch myself reading plane schedules, looking for something, someplace to go: a bomb in Afghanistan, a flood in Haiti. I'd become a predator, endlessly gliding in saltwater seas, searching for the scent of blood.

We went out for six weeks a year. We first started in Mexico and we did that for so many years that we finally said we've got to explore and start going globally. And then we started going all over the world.

I'm never anywhere for more than three weeks.

I love voyaging - the longest has been 3,000 miles to Hawaii. I've also spent weeks all over the Caribbean.

I don't travel much; I just stay at home and imagine weird places.