Quotes About Wanderlust

The Fugitive" Thanks be to God the world is wide, And I am going far from home, For I forgot in Camelot The man I loved in Rome, And I forgot in Kensington The man I loved in Kew; And there must be a place for me To think no more of you.

Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.

The country has charms only for those not obliged to stay there.

Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again, embrace a pine tree, cut my initials in the bark of an aspen, get bit by a mosquito, see a mountain bluebird, find a big blue columbine, get lost in the firs, hike above timberline, sunbathe on snow and eat some ice, climb the rocks and stand in the wind at the top of the world on the peak of Tukuhnikivats.

The red dust and the burnt cliffs and the lonely sky- all that which lies beyond the end of the roads.

Walking makes the world much bigger and therefore more interesting.

take a long quiet walk straight into the canyons, get lost for a while, come back when you damn well feel like it

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

You are now free to move about the country.

She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!

Then blow ye winds, heigh-ho!A-roving I will go,I'll stay no more on England's shore,To hear the music play.I'm off on the morning trainTo cross the raging main,I'm taking a trip on a Government ship,Ten thousand miles away!

Leave home, leave the country, leave the familiar. Only then can routine experience—buying bread, eating vegetables, even saying hello—become new all over again.

I didn't belong here, high on a crag, among rocks and thorns; I belonged high in the blue, sailing through the clouds, heading to the city where there is no baking sun nor icy wind, where the zephyrs nourish every flower and the hills are always clad in green and no one wants for anything. What a fool I was. What was this hunger that drove me to seek more than what I already had?

Being on the road isn't hell - it's pure pleasure now.

For pure joy, I look at a small painting by Arbit Blatas. An ocean liner is at the center of the composition, perhaps ready to depart. It holds the promise of discovery.

If I was to put a little flag in everywhere I've been in the world, there'd be a lot of little flags.

I travel on 150 flights a year; I am everywhere.

I travel on my own and try to - I float along to music.

I'm one of those people who loves to fly.

I was doing everything that a kid would be doing anyway, but on top of that, I was able to fly to different cities.

I always wanted to fly. When I was in theatre, I used to go up on Dunstable Downs on my day off to watch the gliders, to get away from it all.

If I were really rich, I would be flying places, I think.

I'm flying all around the world, and it's hard to be settled.