Quotes About Wanderlust

I travel so much that when I'm not traveling, I'm just kind of curled up in a ball here, not wanting to leave or see anyone.

When I was in my teen years and in my 20s and even 60s, it was okay to drop everything and disappear and become a road warrior for all those months. But after a while you get... y'know, one likes to have some home life.

I'm not saying don't run—or walk, as you say—only that it sounds incomplete, as a life's philosophy. I meant to prompt you to think further. What do you do when you get there?" "You don't get there . You're on the Road, and the Road goes ever on and on.

We used to believe that the highway went somewhere, that over the horizon was escape, places we'd never been and thought we wanted to go.

The untold want by life and land ne'er granted, Now, Voyager, sail thou forth to seek and find. —WALT WHITMAN

Travel is a fools paradise.

Besides, I'm a gypsy at heart and I like to travel around.

I live in too many cities.

Long-term, perpetual travel is the dream of many. But surprisingly, for such a popular desire, few people realize how accessible it is.

Well, we can't send Dr. Tresselt back by himself," said Dr. Tresselt, with a grin. "I might find something interesting along the way, and get side-tracked, and forget where I was supposed to be going.

If you walk a city, if you love a city, if you put in your miles and years with open heart and mind, the city will reveal itself to you. Maybe it won't become yours, but you will become its - its chronicler, its pilgrim, its ardent lover, its nonnative son or native daughter or defender.

a certain kind of wanderlust can only be assuaged by the acts of the body itself in motion, not the motion of the car, boat, or plane.

the way wandering on foot can lead to the wandering of imagination

Or perhaps walking should be called movement, not travel, for one can walk in circles or travel around the world immobilized in a seat, and a certain kind of wanderlust can only be assuaged by the acts of the body itself in motion, not the motion of the car, boat, or plane. It is the movement as well as the sights going by that seems to make things happen in the mind, and this is what makes walking ambiguous and endlessly fertile: it is both means and end, travel and destination.

The surprises, liberations, and clarifications of travel can sometimes be garnered by going around the block as well as going around the world, and walking travels both near and far.

Woolf is celebrating getting lost, not literally lost as in not knowing how to find your way, but lost as in open to the unknown, and the way that physical space can provide psychic space.

When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.

En un tren, parece que puedas ir a cualquier parte.

I define myself as a seminomad, so my world consist of transient places, where being at home is not possible.

My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.

We are careless of that which is near us, and follow that which is afar off, to which we will travel and sail beyond the seas.

Even in Kyoto when I hear the cuckoo I long for Kyoto.

He didn't really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself.

Every bird you downed bore pebbles in its gizzard from a land the maps ignored.