The urge to travel feels magnetic. Two of my favorite words are linked: departure time. And travel whets the emotions, turns upside down the memory bank, and the golden coins scatter.
That her relationship with him was like being content in a house but always sitting by the window and looking out
Man is by nature restless. When left too long in one place he will inevitably grow bored, unmotivated, and unproductive.
Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely, nothing else to do but close my mind. I sure hope the road don't come to own me, there's so many dreams I've yet to find. But you're so far away.
The best proof of man's dissatisfaction with the home is found in his universal absence from it.
The lazy ox wishes for horse-trappings, and the steed wishes to plough. [Lat., Optat ephippia bos piger, optat arare caballus.]
For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled, even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten: The open road still softly calls like a nearly forgotten song of childhood.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...
When you're a kid all you want to do is be somewhere else.
I had a very strong desire to carry out adventures, but in those early days I didn't actually do any. I just dreamt about it.
