Quotes About Wanderlust

The untented Kosmos my abode,I pass, a willful stranger;My mistress still the open roadAnd the bright eyes of danger.

The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire

There's a land—oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back—and I will.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.

21 de noviembre noche "En todas partes me aburro

Vagabonding is an attitude—a friendly interest in people, places, and things that makes a person an explorer in the truest, most vivid sense of the word. Vagabonding is not a lifestyle, nor is it a trend. It's just an uncommon way of looking at life—a value adjustment from which action naturally follows. And, as much as anything, vagabonding is about time—our only real commodity—and how we choose to use it.

We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope;

After all, vagabonding involves sacrifices, and its particular sacrifices are not for everyone.

Either way Reacher figured he might as well find out. He had no place to go, and all the time in the world to get there, so detours cost him nothing.

No particular place to go, and all the time in the world to get there.

I wanted miles to travel and absolutely no idea where I was going.

una volta che avrete imparato a volare, camminerete sulla terra guardando il cielo perché è là che siete stati ed è là che vorrete tornare...

Anyone who has chanced like me to roam through desolate mountains and studied at length their fantastic shapes and drunk the invigorating air of their valleys can understand why I wish to describe and depict these magic scenes for others.

In pale blue fog, a far, white sailboat Through mist and sea, sails all alone What lures him to distant countries? What drives him out, so far from home? The waves are mad, the wind is whistling Mast, creaking, moans without cease Alas, not happiness it's seeking And not from happiness it flees Beneath, the azure current flows Above, the golden sunlight streaks But restlessly, it prays for storms As if in storms it may find peace

Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell.

I've the run of the place, and so i spend some time exploring, climbing steep stairs into thin turrets whose windows give me a bird's-eye view of the land surrounding Spence. I flit past locked doors and dark, paneled rooms that seem more like museum exhibits than living, breathing places. I wander until it is dark and past the time when I should be in bed, not that I think anyone shall be searching for me.

I'm a gypsy at heart," Qwilleran said. "Home is where I hang my toothbrush and where the cats have their commode. See you tonight.

For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.

The true traveller is the one urged to move about for physical, aesthetic, intellectual as well as spiritual reasons.

Some journeys lead nowhere, but they set the spirit free

If there was the opportunity to climb a mountain, or to go ballooning, or some adventurous activity, I would always be keen to do it. I loved the countryside.

A great many people, and more all the time, live their entire lives without ever once sleeping out under the stars.

I love to travel but hate to arrive.

Dopo trentadue anni vissuti sul mare, sarebbe sceso a terra, per vedere il mare.