Quotes About Wanderlust

Today, however, she didn't go looking for urchins or broken shells. She simply walked to the end of the earth and stood a while.

Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.

I've been homesick for countries I've never been, and longed to be where I couldn't be.

There's always someplace to go, even if it's only someplace else.

The story of the house all lit, the house of four floors, seven chimneys, three hundred and sixty-five stairs, fifty-two doors, traveled far; they were all travelers then. It

We're all running away. Some of us just don't get very far.

It's not so bad to live out of a suitcase. It's a really beautiful life.

New places always help us look at life differently

Let's fly away and live forever

So much of reading and writing to me is about being elsewhere, no matter how much I love where I am.

One of my favourite kinds of movie is the American picaresque, in which the characters make their way across the country, learning about life against the gorgeous backdrops of that vast land.

I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see.

Life doesn't happen along interstates. It's against the law.

I've spent half my life on planes.

Life is short, so I am one of those people - and luckily my girlfriend is too - who wants to live everywhere. I don't know how long I'll be there, but I like it right now.

I like to go where the life is.

They travel long distances to stroll along the seashore, for reasons they can't put into words.

ALMOST ALL MY LIFE I HAVE DREAMED OF THE TROPICS. MY fantasies drifted far beyond the benign temperate zone of Thoreau and Muir.

The longing for odysseys and faraway adventure is in our genes.

To him, any place could serve as home—more than that: wherever he happened to be was the universe.

Ahead of us were many hours when no one in our families would look for us. When I think of the pleasure of being free, I think of the start of that day, of coming out of the tunnel and finding ourselves on a road that went straight as far as the eye could see, the road that, according to what Rino had told Lila, if you got to the end arrived at the sea. I felt joyfully open to the unknown.

I was overcome by a sense of how much more there was in his life than in mine, by the things to do and distances to travel, while I never had done anything or gone anywhere, and never would.

Huye de la ciudad. ¡El tedio urbano! — ¡carne triste y espíritu villano!—.

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.