Quotes About Wanderlust

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?—it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. —JACK KEROUAC, On the Road

Možda bi se moglo re?i da svak voli putovanje, ili bar misao o njemu, kao svoj drugi, lepši, život.

Why do sheep need a station? Are they catching trains? Where are they going? Why do they have to go there?

There is no home left for universal souls, except perhaps in Antarctica or on the high seas.

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

I just won't sleep, I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

Besides which, she would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.

This was really the way my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.

a fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion

it's all the same to me as long as it can be exciting and goes around the world.