Quotes About Wanderlust

Humboldt disse che anche lui voleva viaggiare. Forster annuì. È un desiderio che provano in tanti, disse. E tutti se ne pentono. Perché? Perché non si ritorna mai.

life was a journey best taken without aid of a map.

To travel is to take a journey into yourself.

Those roads provided breath-taking views. There's something special about an empty road going on and on and on to the horizon where the sun burns the world away into a dancing, shmmering heat haze that reflects the crystal blue sky, literally blurring the line between heaven and earth.

Beauty is and always will be blue skies and open highway.

We ran for the forest, crashing through the stalks of wheat, beneath the rising moon and the stars spinning farther and farther away, alone beneath the godless sky.

In his mind he was always leaving, always going somewhere, always doing something else.

I was born to find goblins in their caves / And chase moonlight / To see shadows and seek hidden rivers / To hear the rain fall on dry leaves / And chat a bit with death across foggy nights.

It is in the garden that we discover what travel truly is. We do not journey to a garden but by way of it.

Kaz drifted off, lured by the thought of a book he hadn't yet met.

Traveling— it had captured my heart, and now my heart was calling me home.

Besides, I think it's good to change the place where one sleeps from time to time. I believe it gives one more interesting dreams.

No. I am rather curious to see what it is like. Besides, I think it's good to change the place where one sleeps from time to time. I believe it gives one more interesting dreams.

when you feel homesick, he said, just look up. because the moon is the same wherever you go

The stories I made up for myself changed. In the half-sleep that preceded full sleep I began to imagine the highway that went north. No real road, this highway was shadowed by tall grass and ancient trees. Moss hung low and tiny birds with gray-blue wings darted from the road's edge to the trees.

I rarely end up where I was intending to go, but often I end up somewhere I needed to be.

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A few years ago it dawned on me that everybody past a certain age ... pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives. They don't want to be who they are any more. They want out. This list includes Thurston Howell the Third, Ann-Margret, the cat members of Rent, Václav Havel, space shuttle astronauts and Snuffleupagus. It's universal.

So I came down here, to breathe dust and walk with the dogs-- to look at a rock or a cactus and know that I am the first person to see that cactus and that rock.

TERMINAL WANDERLUST: A condition common to people of transient middle-class upbringings. Unable to feel rooted in any one environment, they move continually in the hopes of finding an idealized sense of community in the next location.

Your travel life has the aspect of a dream. It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it. It is peopled with characters you have never seen before and in all probability will never see again. It brings occasional homesickness, and loneliness, and pangs of longing... But you are like the Vikings who have gone into a world of adventure, and home is not home until you return.

I suppose what I really am is restless. I want to go everywhere, see everything, do everything. I want to find something. Yes, that's it, I want to find something.

Once people have got a moty car, blessed if they can stay still anywheres

There lives and there leaps in me A love of the lowly things of earth, And a passion to be free. To pitch my tent with no prosy plan, To range and to change at will, To mock at the mastership of man, To seek Adventure's thrill, Carefree to be, as a bird that sings, To go my own sweet way. Robert Service