Quotes About Wanderlust

She was always over the horizon, chasing stars.

I don't get homesick at camp; I get campsick at home.

Where the wild things are is where I am most at home.

Even if you don't find what you think you're looking for, darling, it's the going out and looking for it that counts.

Albuquerque, New Mexico. The Florida Keys. New York City. The North Shore of Lake Superior. A small island close to Seattle. Those

Sigo siendo del partido del viento, del clan de la distancia".

I like to travel by myself.

the three adventurers were overcome by that delicious weariness which suddenly overtakes on at the end of an outdoor day.

To the ends of the earth, madam, to say nothing of back and forth in this garden.

Through his stamps he had become an eager and gregarious armchair traveler, a man with a spyglass at the window, even a raconteur. But he wouldn't ever really go anywhere, would he? It isn't in him to leave. It's the fact of the village behind him, its Norman stones and ancient mortar, its know quantities?this is what sets him free. For him, at least, just imagining the world is quite enough, as much as he can bear, in fact.

Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home.

We are homesick most for the places we have never known.

Suddenly there was a month to kill. I decided I wanted to spend it in warmth, so with a hundred bucks in my shoe (good place to hide it), I stuck out my thumb and arrived in Miami two days later.

Show me that I m everywhere and get me home for tea.

What I like more than anything is to visit other islands...

She wanted to lose herself in the words, in other times and places

Imagination is as good as many voyages - and how much cheaper!

Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea. And the East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be.

There are many technical workers who enjoy wandering so much that, like Alice in Wonderland, they don't much care where they go, so long as they get somewhere.

My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.

A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead and dreams of a faraway place. A traveler on the plane sees the farmhouse and dreams of home.

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

I am a moonbeam, free to go whenever I choose.

That breeze in your soul is adventure calling.