Quotes About Wanderlust

Hai sa hoinarim bezmetici pana la scaunele aurite. Nu suntem placuti, luna? Nu suntem minunati, stand aici, impreuna?

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

feel free to choose the places that strike our fancy, no matter how obscure or far away.

Allow yourself to get a little lost. By this I mean, get caught up in it, do things you wouldn't normally do — let it be an adventure. But not so lost that you can't find your way.

the girl with the maps and the travel books and the plans.

Because she is Margot, the girl with the maps and the travel books and the plans. Of course she would leave us one day.

We spend the rest of the trip surfing radio stations.

I guess I just got carried away with the night, with being there. I didn't want to think about home or real life.

Someone like him could never be content staying at home and watching a movie on the couch.

We stayed at a cheap hotel that had a view out the window more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen. The water was wickedly blue. A cliff of dark rock jutted out of the sea. I wanted to cry because I was sure I would never get to be in such a place again.

There is a man who travels around the world trying to find places where you can stand still and hear no human sound.

Sometimes your heart runs away with someone and all it takes is a bandanna on a stick.

I just really think every job I do, I get this gypsy attitude to money.

Many hoped life on the road would be an escape from an otherwise empty future.

In many ways we modern day vandwellers are just like the Mountain Men of old: We need to be alone and on the move, but we equally need to occasionally gather together and make connections with like-minded people who understand us.

I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun. And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it's never done.

Where should we go?" "I don't care. Anywhere you want. Anywhere we don't know people.

I walked down past the Lycée Henri Quatre and the ancient church of St.-Étienne-du-Mont and the windswept Place du Panthéon and cut in for shelter to the right and finally came out on the lee side of the Boulevard St.-Michel and worked on down it past the Cluny and the Boulevard St.-Germain until I came to a good café that I knew on the Place St.-Michel.

All I wanted to do now was get back to Africa. We had not left it, yet, but when I would wake in the night I would lie, listening, homesick for it already.

I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel...

But for now I prefer to think that I will go somewhere that is not so overimagined.

Of course, Andrzej never managed to leave Iowa, but the idea was good and romantic. That's what all Polish boys like when they are seventeen years old: Romantic ideas and somewhere to go.

Adventure is but a collection of detours.

Since I was a very small boy, traveling from town to town, three hundred days a year, I learned to love this life. The cradlelike rock and sway of the train, the hospitality of our countrymen, the gentle hearts of our countrywomen. You will find that, as long as you keep moving, there is no end to the delights awaiting you. But you must keep moving, Feliu. Even when the heart skips; even when the view blurs.