Quotes About Wanderlust

When I go train hopping and I look up into the sky, there are always so many more stars than I remember there were.

My life has become a series of planes, trains, and automobiles with some occasional downtime at a hotel.

I love trains. I always take them when I have time.

I tramped. When I was on the freight trains, I wasn't looking for work. I was looking to go from place to place without paying any money.

I think one reason, obviously, that I spend so much time in one place is that I've been lucky enough to travel a lot, and now there are other different, invisible trains that are more interesting to me.

I'm not very good at cooking, and I'm away all the time, and I like transient living. I get really itchy feet if I stay in one place.

I want to go to a country where I don't speak the language. I want to be lost in translation.

I like my music to transport people somewhere.

Yes I don't like to live here,' she said, more to herself than me. Then she turned toward me: 'But if I have learned anything from my life, it's that since I don't belong anywhere, only the movement matters.

Why do you wonder that globetrotting does not help you, seeing that you always take yourself with you? The reason that set you wandering is ever at your heels.

I only know that I can't live without flight. Without sky and moist, breathing earth.

He wished they could drive all night, that the earth would rotate away from them at such a rate that they would never reach Willow Creek...

But travelling, even as far as to other worlds under other stars, did not allow me to escape Europe and my anxieties. However far I went from Europe, its fate came with me.

This contact with the overpowering is her first encounter with travel's disconcerting ability to strip the hard shell of habit from the heart, leaving only the bare, fertile kernel.

He has no defined destination. All roads are open to his "pensée vagabonde".

Dónde podrás quedarte? ¿dónde sosiego hallarás? en todo puerto extranjero en ningún sitio un hogar.

There pass the trav'lling dreams, and these My soul adores

We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?

They were always on the move.But in truth said bull we are all going nowhere

A]dventures befall the unadventuresome as readily, if not as frequently, as the bold. Adventures are a logical and reliable result -- and have been since at least the time of Odysseus -- of the fatal act of leaving one's home, or trying to return to it again. All adventure happens in that damned and magical space, wherever it may be found or chanced upon, which least resembles one's home.

The special-order French bees were prey to wanderlust and ennui. But

Erranti nel tumulto del mondo senza meta nel tempo noi siamo. Solo per amor puro e profondo qui e adesso noi arriviamo. Anima mia, all'erta sta: ora e qui è l'eternità.

A moment later, the world's first all-purpose human being strode eastward, whistling. 'A tasty world,' it reflected cheerfully. 'A very tasty world.' 'You said it, Cornelius!

Do you understand the sadness of geography?