Quotes About Wanderlust

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

There still might be a place for us somewhere.

but when I see those lovely old boxcars with their faded painted lettering and those flat cars and those fat round tankers all lined up and waiting I get quiet inside I get what other men get from other things I just feel better and it's good to feel better whenever you can not needing a reason.

Tabi,Hank ne zaman istersen bende sicabilirsin.

Most of the travel was purposeless, carried out in exactly the desperate spirit of fleeing from pursuers. It was romantic, in a certain sense. Especially if you're not the one doing it.

All those nights looking up at the sky, wanting to be there, away from the grief of being here.

If I could miracle myself away, I would live out West.

I felt like I'd been misplaced in the cosmos and I belonged in Maine.

I miss being out on the road.

Rather than missing home when I'm on tour, I miss tour when I'm at home.

If you play the same club every week of every month, it's kind of boring. It's great that you can play one night in Brazil and one night in Japan, one night in Europe, and see the world. It's amazing what you see if you travel around the world.

I'd love to spend a month in China.

I don't have a home. I'm on the road, more or less.

I'd like to meet more people and gain more experiences and travel.

I want to go to Morocco really bad.

I've been to some of the most amazing cities in the world.

I like to say that I am based in Los Angeles, but I mostly reside in airports.

We are but faint-hearted crusaders...our expeditions are but tours...half the walk is but retracing our steps. We should go forth on the shortest walks, perchance, in the spirit of stirring adventure, never to return, --prepared to send back our embalmed hearts only as relics to our desolate kingdoms...if you have paid your debts and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man, then you are ready for a walk.

Robert Burton was right: maps are a certain cure for melancholy.

and you form a map in your heart of all the places that make you so happy

Madame Lily Devalier always asked Where are you? in a way that insinuated that there were only two places on earth one could be: New Orleans and somewhere ridiculous.

Hitchhiking is not a sport. It is not an art. It certainly isn't work, for it requires no particular ability not does it produce anything of value. It's an adventure, I suppose, but a shallow ignoble adventure.

I have hitched and hiked over every state and half the nations, through blizzards and under rainbows, in deserts and cities, backward and side-ways, upstairs, downstairs and in my lady's chamber.

to eat, walk and sleep anywhere was life as good as it got.