Quotes About Wanderlust

Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music, too. But perhaps it was only an echo.

We have joined the caravan, you might say, at a certain point; we will travel as far as we can, but we cannot in a lifetime see all that we would like to see or learn all that we hunger to know.

Visit a place at night, she knew, and it was yours.

A journey is time suspended.

Some folks want the lights of cities, the admiration of women, and the fame that comes with success. Me, I just want the trail unwinding ahead of me, the view from the top of the ridge, and the smell of a wood-smoke fire.

See? I am here. Why? Because I wanted to see, to know, to understand. I wanted to go beyond the Great River. I wanted to go beyond the plains. I want even to go beyond these mountains where we now are. I think I am in this world to find beauty in lonely places. At least, that is what I wish to think.

wealth, but he had been a hunter. Never so much at home as when he was far from home and in the deep woods, the far veldt, the desert, the mountains. THE TABLE HAD been set up

I like adventures, and I'm going to find some.

I don't like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I'm going to find some.

Dear, how charming! I hope I shall go abroad some day, but I'd rather go to Rome than the row, said Amy, who had not the remotest idea what the Row was and wouldn't have asked for the world.

No Paris either, and that's the worst of it all!

I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I am going is what inspires me to travel it.

Los puertorriqueños estaban acostumbrados a transitar de isla en isla y de continente en continente como aves cuya condición natural era tránsito.

they were looking for housekeepers and cooks, and I was dying to get out of Australia and see the rest of the world. It's a Sagittarius thing, you know. We just move on and on, like tumbleweeds.

Todas as pessoas que viajam apreciam essa sensação de andar pelas ruas de uma cidade que não é aquela em que se vive, sem pressa, sem hora de voltar para casa. Por quê? Porque não há casa, lar doce lar, para onde voltar. A casa é uma prisão, mesmo se você vive sozinho. Uma prisão à qual você se acostuma, como os animais do jardim zoológico se acostumam com as suas jualas.

He spent all that day roaming

Otherwise, he would be far away in the jungle; tasting, touching, seeing, and feeling new things.

One view called me to another; one hill top to its fellow, half across the country, and since I could answer at no more trouble than the snapping forward of a lever, I let the country flow under my wheels.

I love to go out. I love the outdoors. I love outdoor sports. I'm a big traveler.

The journey is my home.

There is a third dimension to traveling, the longing for what is beyond.

She had the feeling that if she went home, she might never get away. She thought of birds caught in nets. There was something inside her, beating against her ribs, urging her to do things she might not otherwise attempt. She had the strongest desire to get lost.

Just like you still think you'll be happier if you run away.

There ought to be one place you thought about and knew about and maybe longed for--but never did get to see.