I leave, and the leaving is so exhilarating I know I can never go back. But then what? Do I just keep leaving places, and leaving them, and leaving them, tramping a perpetual journey?
A boat is safe in the harbor. But this is not the purpose of a boat.
Make voyages. Attempt them. There's nothing else.
We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded; we have no map; possibly we will reach haven, heaven.
I always lived by railroads, and I would find places to just look at the horizon, and I always expected there was something somewhere else. And sometimes I think that's more a metaphysical somewhere else rather than just to get out of the town.
To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
A spiritual pilgrim needs to discern when his or her life is stunted in an old field and find the courage and determination to go to a "new land" that the Lord will show. (Abraham-Journey) ...so that you can find the wholeness you seek.
Lawrence has a wonderful hill in it, with a university on top and the first time I ran away from home, I ran up the hill and looked across the world: Kansas wheat fields and the Kaw River, and I wanted to go some place, too. I got a whipping for it.
My Carmen," I said (I used to call her that sometimes) "we shall leave this raw sore town as soon as you get out of bed." "... Because, really," I continued, "there is no point in staying here." "There is no point in staying anywhere," said Lolita.
And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.
I like any place that isn't here.
We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
Curiosity is essential for progress. Only when we look to worlds beyond our own can we really know if there's room for improvement.
Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun
Youth is wholly experimental.
Done laid around, done stayed around This old town too long And it seems like I've got to travel on
They hadn't much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.
Maybe it's your time to lift off and fly You won't know if you never try.
Life is elsewhere. Cross frontiers. Fly away.
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.
I like well to be in the company of explorers
Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travellin' through the pastures of the sky
Of all the passions of mankind, the love of novelty most rules the mind. In search of this, from realm to realm we roam. Our fleets come loaded with every folly home.
My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
To me the most important thing is the sense of going on. You know how beautiful things are when you're traveling.
