Rosalia de Castro Quotes

A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.

I love the unknown. I love the discovery of what will be happening and just kind of sitting back and not knowing.

My new toy is not knowing, because it's very creative. I'm the guy who likes to get in the car and get lost.

I don't know exactly where my life will lead. Adventure and the unknown has always been appealing to me.

I do like not knowing where I'm going, wandering in strange woods, whistling and following bread crumbs.

Being on the road is very inspiring.

When you don't know where you're headed, you find places no one else would ever explore.

The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.

My direction? Anywhere. Because one is always nearer by not keeping still.

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.

Tourists don't know where they've been, travelers don't know where they're going.

When we are on tour we also take chances.

Hitchhiking was such a pure form of existence. You'd wake up in the morning, and you'd have no idea what your day was going to be. And that's something I've never been able to shake. I loved that.

I'm an explorer.

It's important for the explorer to be willing to be led astray.

Not all those who wander are lost.

Maybe it is worth investigating the unknown, if only because the very feeling of not knowing is a painful one.

You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.

When I'm in a place like Iceland, I allow myself to take a little more time to divert off onto other paths creatively for a while and see what comes to me.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.

I think it's better that life is kind of like a mystery, I think that's what drives us.

Every place but that in which one is born is equally strange and wondrous. Once beyond the bounds of the city walls, and none knows what may happen. We have stepped forth into the Land of Faerie, but at least we are in the open air.

You can only maintain your interest if you're travelling more in ignorance than knowledge.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

Who's coming with me? I don't know where I'm going, but who's coming with me?