Quotes About Wanderlust

New situations inspire new thoughts. Here is the benefit of travelling, much more than in mere sight-seeing. We lose ourselves in the streets of our own city, and go abroad to find ourselves.

I don't feel restless, I just like to travel.

If I didn't have to stay I'd leave.

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul?

You know what I'd really like to do the most right now? Climb up to the top of some high place like the pyramids. The highest place I can find. Where you can see forever. Stand on the very top, look all around the world, see all the scenery, and see with my own eyes what's been lost from the world.

When I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody's reach. A place beyond the flow of time." - But there's no place like that in this world. - Exactly. Which is why I'm living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break.

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go someplace where you don't know a soul? Sometimes I feel like doing that. I really really want to do it sometimes.

There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.

Probably is a world you my find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

Have you ever had that feeling? That you'd like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

In any case, suffice it to say I enjoyed hearing about faraway places. I had stocked up a whole store of these places, like a bear getting ready for hibernation. I'd close my eyes, and streets would materialize, rows of houses take shape. I could hear people's voices, feel the gentle, steady rhythm of their lives, those people so distant, whom I'd probably never know.

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.

All I wanted was to put myself to sleep in towns I didn't know.

He had no place he had to go to, no place to come back to. He never did, and he didn't now. The only place for him was where he was now.

All I wanted was to put myself to sleep in towns I didn't know.

Astrud Gilberto sang an old bossa nova song. "Take me to Aruanda," she sang. I closed my eyes, and the clatter of the cups and saucers sounded like the roar of a far-off sea. Aruanda—what's it like there?

I'd like to see Alaska or cross the Atlantic. My father-in-law spent some years crewing luxury yachts from port to port for their owners. He says the starlit skies over the Atlantic are extraordinary because there is no light pollution. I like the thought of seeing those stars, G&T in hand.

After my final semester at Yale in December of 2013, I made a scary choice. Instead of looking for work - feeling over-read and underweight - that for a few months I would go wherever the wind carried me. I would become a student of the world, and I would eat.

I have a bit of a traveling addiction, and, ah, yeah. I went to, ah, Bali this summer.

Yeah. I've been pretty fortunate to travel I guess, all around the place.

Shivam might not be as shy or as moody as me but he has a wanderlust as well. We both yearn to constantly travel.

Touring is not easy, as you always have a certain yearning for home no matter how beautiful the location you are in, but I have pushed myself to the limits and am certainly more aware of myself as a result.

I love to travel but hate traffic and planes. I wish I could just beam myself anywhere instantly.

I could never resist the call of the trail.