Quotes About Wanderlust

RV. His hands plunged into his pockets, heading toward

And there are new kinds of nomads, not people who are at home everywhere, but who are at home nowhere. I was one of them

I climbed into my car and started to head home, my visor down against the glare of the sun. But at the last minute, I turned left, because I never had before, and because I had time to go down different road.

you could beach your ship wherever you could find a sandy shore, put up your tent

Here are two good-humored men, always ready to take coffee and opium, about to take a pleasure trip around the islands together.

That's why people require travel books on the 1960s, I thought. They want to go there. They want to feel that sun on their backs.

Vagabonding involves taking an extended time-out from your normal life—six weeks, four months, two years—to travel the world on your own terms.

Vagabonding is about looking for adventure in normal life, and normal life within adventure. 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.

For all the amazing experiences that await you in distant lands, the "meaningful" part of travel always starts at home, with a personal investment in the wonders to come.

To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.

The secret of adventure, then, is not to carefully seek it out but to travel in such a way that it finds you.

vagabonding is like a pilgrimage without a specific destination or goal—not a quest for answers so much as a celebration of the questions, an embrace of the ambiguous, and an openness to anything that comes your way.

And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again—to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.

Thus, the question of how and when to start vagabonding is not really a question at all. Vagabonding starts now. Even if the practical reality of travel is still months or years away, vagabonding begins the moment you stop making excuses, start saving money, and begin to look at maps with the narcotic tingle of possibility.

The world is a book," goes a saying attributed to Saint Augustine, "and those who do not travel read only one page.

What I find is that you can do almost anything or go almost anywhere, if you're not in a hurry." —PAUL THEROUX, QUOTING TONY THE BEACHCOMBER, IN THE HAPPY ISLES OF OCEANIA    In this way, vagabonding is like a pilgrimage without a specific destination or goal—not a quest for answers so much as a celebration of the questions, an embrace of the ambiguous, and an openness to anything that comes your way.

Certain activities—sleeping, eating, reading, socializing, wandering—will become a fixture of each day. This is good and well (routines make your day more efficient, after all), but you should be careful not to let your days or destinations blur together. Once this begins to happen—once you feel yourself getting jaded to the long haul—it's time to mix your travels up a bit.

We need sometimes to escape into open solitudes, into aimlessness, into the moral holiday of running some pure hazard, in order to sharpen the edge of life, to taste hardship, and to be compelled to work desperately for a moment no matter what. —GEORGE SANTAYANA, "THE PHILOSOPHY OF TRAVEL

elle avait des yeux où il faisait si bon vivre que je n'ai jamais su où aller depuis.

Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.

I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.

When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass.

I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.

To wander is to be alive.