Quotes About Wanderlust

We all know how we can be turned around by a magic place; that's why we travel, often. And yet we all know, too, that the change cannot be guaranteed. Travel is a fool's paradise, Emerson reminded us, if we think that we can find anything far off that we could not find at home.

I'd love to go to Easter Island, Hawaii, Iceland and Antarctica.

Id go back to Mauritius in a shot.

The best ideas come out of getting lost.

I wouldn't mind seeing China if I could come back the same day.

So many car commercials are shot in the Salt Flats, and so much great imagery comes out of that place, but I've never been there, and I'm curious.

What I like in this job is you can travel to many places, many imaginations.

Yes, I always imagined living in other places.

I feel ashamed of how many houses I've actually crept inside of when they were up for sale. I'm not a snoop, but I love looking and imagining.

I've always liked being able to go around incognito in Copenhagen.

On ne demande pas à une mouette apprivoisée pourquoi elle éprouve le besoin de disparaître de temps en temps vers la pleine mer. Elle y va, c'est tout, et c'est aussi simple qu'un rayon de soleil, aussi normal que le bleu du ciel.

I felt such a need to rediscover the wind of the high sea, nothing else counted at that moment, neither earth nor men. All Joshua and I wanted was to be left alone with ourselves. Any other thing did not exist, had never existed. You do not ask a tame seagull why it needs to disappear from time to time toward the open sea. It goes, that's all, and it is as simple as a ray of sunshine, as normal as the blue of the sky.

Esteem for those who travel, disdain for those who stay at home.

I still stubbornly crave fresh encounters, new faces, and new lives. I still dream of the faraway steppe, of wind and rain on my face, of basking in the heat of different suns.

We are on entirely different journeys. They cross the country, they view it and take pictures of it . . . but never walk through its front door. Aren't I clever, bragging like this, telling myself that I, unlike them, am an authentic traveler!

Afortunado aquel que, como Ulises, ha visto cien paisajes»

I've wandered over many lands, and reaped withal no fruit, I've laid my pride of rank aside, and pressed my baffled suit, At stranger boards, like shameless crow, I've eaten bitter bread, But fierce Desire, that raging fire, still clamours to be fed.

My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.

Ninety percent of the time, I'm sitting in a bus driving through some place like the Colorado mountains and thinking, 'Wow, we're not in a pub in London anymore.'

Growing up, I never gave a thought to being a writer. All I ever wanted to be was a traveler and explorer. Science-fiction allowed me to go places that were otherwise inaccessible, which is why I started reading it. I was going to be a lawyer, but I got saved.

Writers and travelers are mesmerized alike by knowing of their destinations.

Where shall I say you've gone? She threw an arm about airily. Oh, way up high. Over the rainbow somewhere, I guess.

He set out once more, with a sense that his life would be rich in setting outs, and perhaps poorer in homecomings.

It's always reading that makes me want to experience things.)