Quotes About Wanderlust

I would also love to visit the Asian countries soon.

I hate everything about traveling but I love to explore new locations so I wish I could snap and arrive somewhere whenever the need or impulse would arise.

I love traveling; it's, like, my perfect escape.

I'm very good at living out of a suitcase. I love dressing up every morning. It feels like a costume, in some ways.

I wanted to quit and to do this forever, sleep in a bed and in a tent, see what was over the next hill and never see a hill again. All of this all at once, every moment, on the trail or off.

What is it about maps? I could look at them all day, earnestly studying the names of towns and villages I have never heard of and will never visit...

There is something about the momentum of travel that makes you want to just keep moving, to never stop.

The romance of travel wasn't always terribly evident to those who were actually experiencing it.

to nonlocals

What is it about maps? I could look at them all day, intently studying the names of towns and villages I have never heard of and will never visit, tracing the course of obscure rivers, checking elevations, consulting the marginal notes to see what a little circle with a flag on it signifies and what's the difference between a pictogram of an airplane with a circle around it and one without, issuing small profound hmmmms and nodding my head gravely without having the faintest idea why.

This is a disease for the person who wants to experience it all.

I suppose because I grew up a thousand miles from the sea and missed the great age of passenger liners, I have always been subject to a romantic longing for ocean travel.

I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be, and so I'm on my way home.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin' I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it.

It seemed I'd always been chasing after something, anything that moved -a car, a bird, a blowing leaf -anything that might lead me into some more lit place, some unknown land downriver. I had not even the vaguest notion of the broken world I was living in, what society could do with you.

One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffee 'fore I go. To the valley below.

Nije život što i polje pre?i...

An explorer cannot stay at home reading maps other men have made.

He has no desire to explore the World. (pg. 49)

Priznam, misli mi ve?krat skrenejo s poti, namesto da bi se držala glavne ceste, rada zavijem na skrite stranske steze. Dajem vtis, kot da sem se izgubila, in mogo?e sem se res, a po tej poti moraš, ?e ho?eš najti jedro, ki ga tako vneto iš?eš.

I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...

I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.