Quotes About Wanderlust

My favourite thing to do in any city is just to get lost and go for long walks.

Any given day, you'll find me at secondhand bookstores.

Let's face it, sightseeing can be a bore at times.

One should live and die where one was born... I've been bored everywhere I went. What was the point of leaving Coasta Boacu?

I remember feeling incredibly bored all the time, and I spent a lot of my time dreaming about what was going on in London, and fantasising about being there.

I love playing live and I love to travel. I don't get bored by either one.

I love to travel. I want to do India by road, the entire length and breadth.

I have a travel bucket list that keeps getting bigger and bigger.

I'd really like to get on a Greyhound bus and go backpacking across America.

The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds - how many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives, and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!

I'm used to living out of a suitcase.

I've lived out of a suitcase for four years.

I love living on the road; I live out of a suitcase.

I always have a suitcase ready to go. My wife and I are both very much like this. We're both vagabonds, and we have been since the time we were married.

I am sick of living out of a suitcase.

I live out of my suitcase and I'm happy to do so.

I'm kind of a gypsy, so I love living out of a suitcase and going from place to place meeting people.

When I first had kids, I had a suitcase under my bed that I didn't even put away, and I was excited about going to all of these new places all of the time.

I like to move around. It suits me. I grew up in Wiltshire on a farm, and that's the only place I call home.

Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.

sometimes a man stands up during supper and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking, because of a church that stands somewhere in the East. And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead. And another man, who remains inside his own house, stays there, inside the dishes and in the glasses, so that his children have to go far out into the world toward that same church, which he forgot.

And so I check myself and swallow the luring call of dark sobs. Alas, whom can we turn to in our need? Not angels, not humans, and the sly animals see at once how little at home we are in the interpreted world. That leaves us some tree on a hillside, on which our eyes fasten day after day; leaves us yesterday's street and the coddled loyalty of an old habit that liked it here, stayed on, and never left.

I would like to step out of my heart And go walking beneath the enormous sky.

Und man hat niemand und nichts und faehrt in der Welt herum mit einem Koffer und mit einer Bücherkiste und eigentlich ohne Neugierde.