Quotes About Wanderlust

I've never been to Barcelona, I'd like to go there; also South America.

The heart looks into space to be away from earth.

I like to be in big open spaces with high skies.

Travel makes me feel like a bird, Travel gives me a sense of freedom, Travel makes me come alive!

Take a wrong turn. Get lost in something you love.

I love the stars they always find a way to pull me away.

I might walk vast expansesof earth and always be beginningand I love beginningor could learnto love it.

If I had a choice, I wouldn't be here… I wouldn't be anywhere.

She's just a girl who dreams too deeply for this world.

I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.

I, sometimes, fear that probably I'll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I'll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.

And soon they were rolling on again, leaving Treegap behind, and as they went, the tinkling little melody of a music box drifted out behind them and was lost at last far down the road.

You can get there from here, though there's no going home. Everywhere you go will be somewhere you've never been. Theories of Time and Space

Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods.

Then his eyes glazed over for a second. 'I go places sometimes,' he told me, his voice as thready as his eyes. 'Don't know why I go places... I just do.

To be away from home and yet find oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet remain hidden from the world.

Il me semble que je serais toujours bien là où je ne suis pas, et cette question de déménagement en est une que je discute sans cesse avec mon âme.

Au-dessus des étangs, au-dessus des vallées, Des montagnes, des bois, des nuages, des mers, Par delà le soleil, par delà les éthers, Par delà les confins des sphères étoilées

Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe!

Asombrosos viajeros! ¡Cuántas historias nobles leemos en vuestros ojos profundos como lar mar! Mostradnos en los estuches de vuestras ricas memorias esas joyas admirables, hechas de astros y éteres. ¡Deseamos viajar sin vapor y sin velas! Para alegrar el tedio de nuestros calabozos, haced que a nuestras almas tendidas como velas, pasen vuestros recuerdos orlados de horizontes. Decidnos, ¿qué habéis visto?

Oh Muerte, capitana, ya es tiempo, el ancla alcemos! Nos hastía esta tierra, ¡oh Muerte!, ¡hay que zarpar! Si son de tinta negros cielo y mar cual los vemos, nuestros pechos, que ahondaste, sólo saben brillar. ¡Vierte en nosotros el veneno que conforta! Mientras arda este fuego que en el cerebro llevo, sondeemos el abismo, Cielo, Infierno: ¿qué importa? ¡Al fondo de lo Ignoto para encontrar lo nuevo!

Je questionnai l'un de ces hommes, et je lui demandai où ils allaient ainsi. Il me répondit qu'il n'en savait rien, ni lui, ni les autres ; mais qu'évidemment ils allaient quelque part, puisqu'ils étaient poussés par un invincible besoin de marcher.

Nous avons vu des astres Et des flots, nous avons vu des sables aussi; Et, malgré bien des chocs et d'imprévus désastres, Nous nous sommes souvent ennuyés, comme ici.

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.