Wanderlust is incurable.

That thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you is usually what you need to find, and finding it is a matter of getting lost. The word ‘lost’ comes from the old Norse...

All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey....

it’s often been said, she’s easy on the eye but the moment she shows you a slice of her personality, you’ll feel for the first time, something of magic is walking on this earth.

What I love is how seamless everything is. You walk throw a forest and come out in a village; and there’s no difference, no division. You aren’t in nature one minute and in civilization the...

For Courtney’s whole life, seeing the world had only been a dream, but now, as Adrian Diamond’s daughter, it could be a reality.

When you’re a kid all you want to do is be somewhere else.

Through all his years of roving, even on nights like this, he had remained blind to the beauty of the sea, and now his feeling toward it had settled into weary hatred. He knew its...

All night, after the exhausting games of canasta, we would look over the immense sea, full of white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us leaning side by side on the railing, each of us...

She is like a butterfly, Beautiful to look at But hard to catch.

I know it’s not strictly sex that accounts for my straying the motive usually attributed to men. I think it’s just too tempting to have two lives rather than one. Some people think that too...

What if it’s the thereand not the herethat I long for?The wanderand not the wait,the magicin the lost feetstumbling downthe faraway streetand the way the moonnever hangsquite the same.

I’m sorry! I really am! I wanted to get out of this place! I want to live! I want to get away from here and never see it again! I hate everything about it!””You will...

That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows...

He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.

Delay and dirt are the realities of the most rewarding travel.

It was the inverse of an island in the sea.

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t sit still;So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.They range the field and rove...

You don’t even know where I’m going.””I don’t care. I’d like to go anywhere.

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

It’s hard to go. It’s scary and lonely…and half the time you’ll be wondering why the hell you’re in Cincinnati or Austin or North Dakota or Mongolia or wherever your melodious little finger-plucking heinie takes...

..luxury is the enemy of observation, a costly indulgence that induces such a good feeling that you notice nothing. Luxury spoils and infantilizes you and prevents you from knowing the world. That is its purpose,...

In her fury she’d broken into Valencian, indicating the deepest possible roots in the land. I was impressed with how deeply she was from here, in a way I could never imagine being from anywhere,...

The Wanderlust has got me… by the belly-aching fire

I hope you know that you are not alone, and in those hours when you feel that you are, just know there are other people out there — singing the same melodies of wanderlust, climbing...

The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.

And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, in dimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That...

What we seek when we wander usually leads us back home.

To belong nowhere is a blessing and a curse, like any kind of freedom.

all my life i have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper just running down the edges of different countries and continents, looking for something.

For I was reared in the great city, pent with cloisters dim,and saw naught lovely but the sky and stars.But thou, my babe! Shalt wander like a breezeBy lakes and sandy shores, beneath the cragsOf...

I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk to people and learn that way. I want to learn as I go,gathering knowledge and not being rigorously tested on...

Consulting maps can diminish the wanderlust that they awaken,as the act of looking at them can replace the act of travel. But looking at maps is much more than an act of aesthetic replacement. Anyone...

The geographical pilgrimage is the symbolic acting out an inner journey. The inner journey is the interpolation of the meanings and signs of the outer pilgrimage. One can have one without the other. It is...

That’s the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.

How you live your life is up to you. You have to go out and grab the world by the horns. Rope it before it ties you down and decides for you.

Paradise was always over there, a day’s sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you...

I may stay here in this town another day or I may go on to another town. No one knows where I am. I am taking this bath in life, as you see, and when...

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn’t here.

It will no longer be necessary to leave one’s own home in order to find work in the surrounding districts, which means spending week after week away from home, for no matter how restless a...

While she was in transit, being unattached was exhilarating, but the moment she stopped, so did the high.

because 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…

I ease into the idea of letting go of control and simply let life take the reins. And when I don’t hold it so tightly, it doesn’t thrash against me so wildly. It calms to...

There was something much greater she needed to feed her soul, and perhaps one day soon she would go…

The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the...

It might be well enough to wander if you’ve a place and people to come back to, but I tell you now there’s no desolation like wanting to go home and truly not knowing where...

The beauty he saw in her was the beauty she forgot to see in herself and what a beautiful reminder, that love is what will see us all through.

…but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I believed in, and the only thing that believed in me.

You thought too hard. Same with travel. You can’t work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.