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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost.
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tolkien
travel
wander
shine
wanderlust
journey
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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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...
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wanderlust
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Jack Kerouac |
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Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
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seasons
life
spring
desire
wanderlust
nostalgia
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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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.
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wanderlust
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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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.
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love
wanderlust
journey
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Rebecca Solnit |
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For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.
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color
distance
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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To lose yourself: a voluptuous surrender, lost in your arms, lost to the world, utterly immersed in what is present so that its surroundings fade away. In Benjamin's terms, to be lost is to be fully present, and to be fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery.
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wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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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 never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.
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travel
happiness
escapism
paradise
wanderlust
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J. Maarten Troost |
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I love going out of my way, beyond what I know, and finding my way back a few extra miles, by another trail, with a compass that argues with the map...nights alone in motels in remote western towns where I know no one and no one I know knows where I am, nights with strange paintings and floral spreads and cable television that furnish a reprieve from my own biography, when in Benjamin's terms, I have lost myself though I know where I am. Moments when I say to myself as feet or car clear a crest or round a bend, I have never seen this place before. Times when some architectural detail on vista that has escaped me these many years says to me that I never did know where I was, even when I was home.
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nature
wanderlust
journey
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Rebecca Solnit |
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That's the place to get to--nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world's somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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travel
wandering
wanderlust
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D.H. Lawrence |
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"You don't even know where I'm going." "I don't care. I'd like to go anywhere."
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wanderlust
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John Steinbeck |
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...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.
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travel
wanderlust
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Jack Kerouac |
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Sometimes I think a man could wander across the disc all his life and not see everything there is to see,' said Twoflower. 'And now it seems there are lots of other worlds as well. When I think I might die without seeing a hundredth of all there is to see it makes me feel,' he paused, then added, 'well, humble, I suppose. And very angry, of course.
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wanderlust
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Terry Pratchett |
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There was something much greater she needed to feed her soul, and perhaps one day soon she would go...
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travelers
wanderlust
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Danielle Steel |
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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 'los' meaning the disbanding of an army...I worry now that people never disband their armies, never go beyond what they know. Advertising, alarmist news, technology, incessant busyness, and the design of public and private life conspire to make it so. A recent article about the return of wildlife to suburbia described snow-covered yards in which the footprints of animals are abundant and those of children are entirely absent. Children seldom roam, even in the safest places... I wonder what will come of placing this generation under house arrest.
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play
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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..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, the reason why luxury cruises and great hotels are full of fatheads who, when they express an opinion, seem as though they are from another planet. It was also my experience that one of the worst aspects of travelling with wealthy people, apart from the fact that the rich never listen, is that they constantly groused about the high cost of living - indeed, the rich usually complained of being poor.
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wanderlust
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Paul Theroux |
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He pointed out to him the bearings of the coast, explained to him the variations of the compass, and taught him to read in that vast book opened over our heads which they call heaven, and where God writes in azure with letters of diamonds.
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seafaring-souls
navigation
wanderlust
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Alexandre Dumas |
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Delay and dirt are the realities of the most rewarding travel.
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wanderlust
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Paul Theroux |
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I am tired of safe places, and roofs, and walls around me.
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restlessness
wanderlust
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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"For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains. "Longing," says the poet Robert Hass, "because desire is full of endless distances." Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world."
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color
travel
distance
long
desire
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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When you're a kid all you want to do is be somewhere else.
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wanderlust
childhood
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John Scalzi |
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As though in her heart she was not a travel writer at all, as her mother had said she wished to be, but simply a traveler, in the purer form, someone who collects impressions, dense anatomies of feeling, but does not care to record them.
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wanderlust
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Don DeLillo |
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Don't know. Don't care. I'm hopping on a bus and going until I can't go any farther. Until I find a place that feels like home.' He's quiet for a long time. 'How will you know what home feels like?' It hangs in the air between us, as frozen as our breaths. I don't have an answer.
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wanderlust
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Holly Black |
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Of course women's walking is often construed as performance rather than transport, with the implication that women walk not to see but to be seen, not for their own experience but for that of a male audience, which means that they are asking for whatever attention they receive.
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travel
nature
hiking
misogyny
walking
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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Drifting across the vast space, silent except for wind and footsteps, I felt uncluttered and unhurried for the first time in a while, already on desert time.
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solitude
time
silence
travel
explore
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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Women have routinely been punished and intimidated for attempting that most simple of freedoms, taking a walk, because their walking and indeed their very beings have been construed as inevitably, continually sexual in those societies concerned with controlling women's sexuality.
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travel
nature
misogyny
rape-culture
walking
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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I love to sail forbidden seas and land on barbarous coasts.
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sea-voyages
wanderlust
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Herman Melville |
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The fear of rape puts many women in their place - indoors, intimidated, dependent yet again on material barriers and protectors... I was advised to stay indoors at night, to wear baggy clothes, to cover or cut my hair, to try to look like a man, to move someplace more expensive, to take taxis, to buy a car, to move in groups, to get a man to escort me--all modern versions of Greek walls and Assyrian veils, all asserting it was my responsibility to control my own and men's behavior rather than society's to ensure my freedom. I realized that many women had been so successfully socialized to know their place that they had chosen more conservative, gregarious lives without realizing why. The very desire to walk alone had been extinguished in them--but it had not in me.
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solitude
feminism
travel
nature
rape-culture
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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After two stories, I blew out my light. The night was clear. My ceiling was the sky and an eyelash of the moon. By shifting from side to side, I made my hammock swing me into sleep.
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wanderlust
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Gail Carson Levine |
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It was a place as blank as a sheet of paper. It was the place I had always been looking for... Flat expanses would call to me... These are the places where the desert is most itself: stark, open, free, an invitation to wander, a laboratory of perception, scale, light, a place where loneliness has a luxurious flavor...
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nature
travevl
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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One soft humid early spring morning driving a winding road across Mount Tamalpais, the 2,500-foot mountain just north of the Golden Gate Bridge, a bend reveals a sudden vision of San Francisco in shades of blue, a city in a dream, and I was filled with a tremendous yearning to live in that place of blue hills and blue buildings, though I do live there, I had just left there after breakfast.
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travel
golden-gate-bridge
mount-tamalpais
san-francisco
wanderlust
longing
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Rebecca Solnit |
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It is hardly unusual for a young man to be drawn to a pursuit considered reckless by his elders; engaging in risky behavior is a rite of passage in our culture no less than in most others. Danger has always held a certain allure. That, in large part, is why so many teenagers drive too fast and drink too much and take too many drugs, why it has always been so easy for nations to recruit young men to go to war. It can be argued that youthful derring-do is in fact evolutionarily adaptive, a behavior encoded in our genes. McCandless, in his fashion, merely took risk-taking to its logical extreme.
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travel
wanderlust
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Jon Krakauer |
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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 fellow might be, his own home, if he has a wife he respects and children he loves, has the same satisfying taste as bread, a man's home is not for all hours, but he soon begins to miss it if he does not go back there every day.
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love
homesickness
home
wanderlust
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José Saramago |
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... a certain kind of wanderlust can only be assuaged by the acts of the body itself in motion, not the motion of the car, boat, or plane.
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travel
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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Alone in the car with my social life all before and behind me, I was suspended in the beautiful solitude of the open road, in a kind of introspection that only outdoor space generates, for inside and outside are more intertwined than the usual distinctions allow. The emotion stirred by the landscape is piercing, a joy close to pain when the blue is deepest on the horizon or the clouds are doing those spectacular fleeting things so much easier to recall than to describe.
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travel
nature
roadtrip
wanderlust
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Rebecca Solnit |
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She knew better than to lose her head over a man. That was what was so humiliating: she knew better. Three broken engagements had taught her that a woman needed to keep her wits about her when dealing with the male species, or she could get seriously hurt.
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travel
sadness
escapism
wanderlust
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