Quotes About Nomad

I'm used to traveling. I'm used to being in different areas of the world. Home is where my suitcase lands.

I'm just a traveling musician.

Well, I am a traveller at heart.

I feel like I live out of a suitcase. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm a happy traveller.

I'm always just travelling out of a suitcase. You get used to it.

I wasn't really living anywhere... I was just kinda hanging out. I would live from week to week in places.

For the time spent in impersonal accommodation has become so brief that the contemporary nomad no longer has the luxury of settling down once and for all. Of greater importance to him is what he can take away with him, what is mobile and portable.

Quali sono, quindi le prime impressioni che un bimbo nomade ha del mondo? Un capezzolo dondolante e una cascata d'oro.

An ancient Scythian nomad skeleton buried with an eagle was reportedly excavated near Aktobe Gorge, Kazakhstan. Ancient petroglyphs in the Altai region depict eagle hunters, and inscribed Chinese stone reliefs show eagles perched on the arms of hunters in tunics, trousers, and boots, identified as northern nomads (1st to 2nd century A.D.).

I basically live out of my truck - I mean from place to place. I feel more at home in my truck than just about anywhere, which is a sad thing to say, but it's true.

I don't want to travel.

Do you know that hobo is an acronym for Homeward Bound?

Some cowboys got too much tumbleweed in their blood to settle down.

Te llamas a ti misma ciudadana del mundo, sus ojos susurraban, pero eso sólo significa que no perteneces a ningún sitio.

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

To the domesticated, nomads were an unwelcome reminder of instinct suppressed, liberty compromised, and control unimplemented.

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

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

a traveling epic Hunkey, crossing and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in the summer and only because he has no place he can stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, and keep rolling under the stars

Home in Missoula, Home in Truckee, Home in Opelousas, Ain't no home for me. Home in old Medora, Home in Wounded Knee, Home in Ogallala, Home I'll never be

and only because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

My name is actually Mia Gypsy - my mum said she named me that because of everywhere I'm from. She felt that I'd always be roaming from place to place, and I've always felt like that.

I am a tumbleweed. I don't have a company. I don't have a staff. I don't own anything - I've never owned a car or an apartment.