Quotes About Wanderlust

I can't remember a time when I stepped into an airport or train station without wishing I were somewhere else, doing almost anything else. Just thinking about traveling gives me the willies. Traveling and dyslexia don't really get along.

All the experience of the greatest city in the world could not withhold me.

Ever since childhood, when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine, I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it.

Growing up in a Canadian household that was more British than Big Ben, I dreamed of flying to England myself and visiting the places my family never tired of talking about. I always woke up before the plane landed.

There are so many different reasons as to why I love riding trains. But I think ultimately it's the romantic feeling of it. There's something about it that just transports me into old films.

would there not be another hunger on him all his life? For other scents and sights and sounds; pale and changeful northern skies and the green plover calling?

Travel is an urge best cultivated from within.

The best kind of walk, and this applies to the plains as well as to the hills, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

I have come to believe that the best kind of walk, or journey, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

On the open road there are no strangers. You share the same sky, the same mountain, the same sunshine and shade. On the open road we are all brothers. The

Once you have lived with mountains for any length of time you belong to them, and must return again and again. Nearly

On my way back to the town I took a short cut through the forest. A swarm of yellow butterflies drifted across the path. A woodpecker pecked industriously on the bark of a tree, searching for young cicadas. Overhead, wild duck flew north, on their way across Central Asia, all traveling without passports. Birds and butterflies recognize no borders.

They were not in a hurry to get anywhere. They had everywhere to go and they could take their own time going there, and there was no one to hurry them on.

The best kind of walk, and this applies to the plains as well as to the hills, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out. 'Where

On the open road there are no strangers. You share the same sky, the same mountain, the same sunshine and

That is another of the attractions of Tramping to nowhere in particular - the finding of somewhere in particular, the striking up of friendships, the discovery of new Springs and waterfalls,unusual pants, rare flowers,strange birds. In the hills a new Vista opens up at every bend in the road. That is what makes me a compulsive walker - new vistas,and the charm of unexpected.

Mozambique and Timbuctoo. We took long walks together, explored old ruins, chased butterflies and waved to passing

Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river— There's the life for a man like me, There's the life for ever.   The

Travelling is hard. I'm no traveller. I hate flying, and I hate hotels.

I'd rather drive the yellow brick road, you wouldn't happen to know of a rental car place around.

Oh, why can't we break away from all this, just you and I, and lodge with my fleas in the hills? I mean, flee to my lodge in the hills.

Roam abroad in the world, and take thy fill of its enjoyments before the day shall come when thou must quit it for good.

Where I've been is places, and what I've seen is things, and there've been times I've run off from seeing them, off to other places and things. I keep moving, me and this guitar with the silver strings slung behind my shoulder. Sometimes I've got food with me, and an extra shirt maybe, but most times just the guitar, and trust to God for what I need else.

So much better to travel than to arrive.