To belong nowhere is a blessing and a curse, like any kind of freedom.
wanderlust curse freedom
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 the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.
life poem wanderlust
.. But I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.
travel beautiful wanderlust
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
life desire nostalgia seasons spring wanderlust
Will I ever get over the pull I feel to both of these places?
travel desire wanderlust
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 constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.
home journey wanderlust
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 best to have both.
spirituality journey wanderlust
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 ancient mountains, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shoresAnd mountain crags: so shall thou see and hearThe lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy GodUtters, who from eternity doth teachHimself in all, and al things in himselfGreat universal teacher! He shall moldThy spirit and by giving, make it ask.
travel spirituality wanderlust
Wanderlust is incurable.
travel wanderlust
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..
The Wanderlust has got me.. By the belly-aching fire
travel traveling wanderlust
I keep going backas if Im looking for something I have lostback to the motherland, sisterland, fatherlandback to the beacon, the breastthe smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain.
travel journey wanderlust
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 much travel begets infidelity: Separation and opportunity test the bonds of love. I think it's more likely that people who hate to make choices to settle on one thing or another are attracted to travel. Travel doesn't beget a double life. The appeal of the double life begets travel.
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