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“Hiking is not escapism; it's realism. The people who choose to spend time outdoors are not running away from anything; we are returning to where we belong.”
― Jennifer Pharr Davis, The Pursuit of Endurance: Harnessing the Record-Breaking Power of Strength and Resilience

“I don’t think the homesickness of a perpetual wanderer can ever be quenched.”
― Sasha Martin, Life from Scratch: A Memoir of Food, Family, and Forgiveness

“Some call them "homeless." The new nomads reject that label. Equipped with both shelter and transportation, they've adopted a new word. They refer to themselves, quite simply, as "houseless”
― Jessica Bruder, Nomadland: Surviving America in the Twenty-First Century

“I pondered on this desert hospitality and, compared it with our own. I remembered other encampments where I had slept, small tents on which I had happened in the Syrian desert and where I had spent the night. Gaunt men in rags and hungry-looking children had greeted me, and bade me welcome with the sonorous phrases of the desert. Later they had set a great dish before me, rice heaped round a sheep which they had slaughtered, over which my host poured liquid golden butter until it flowed down on to the sand; and when I protested, saying 'Enough! Enough!', had answered that I was a hundred times welcome. Their lavish hospitality had always made me uncomfortable, for I had known that as a result of it they would go hungry for days. Yet when I left them they had almost convinced me that I had done them a kindness by staying with them”
― Wilfred Thesiger, Arabian Sands

“The feudal ownership of land did bring dignity, whereas the modern ownership of movables is reducing us again to a nomadic horde. We are reverting to the civilisation of luggage, and historians of the future will note how the middle classes accreted possessions without taking root in the earth, and may find in this the secret of their imaginative poverty. The Schlegels were certainly the poorer for the loss of Wickham Place. It had helped to balance their lives, and almost to counsel them. Nor is their ground-landlord spiritually the richer. He has built flats on its site, his motor-cars grow swifter, his exposures of Socialism more trenchant. But he has spilt the precious distillation of the years, and no chemistry of his can give it back to society again.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End

“I knew that I had made my last journey in the Empty Quarter and that a phase in my life was ended. Here in the desert I found all that I asked; I knew that I should never find it again. But it was not only this personal sorrow that distressed me. I realized that the Bedu with whom I had lived and traveled, and in whose company I had found contentment, were doomed. Some people maintain that they will be better off when they have exchanged the hardship and poverty of the desert for the security of a materialistic world. This I do not believe. I shall always remember how often I was humbled by those illiterate herdsmen who possessed, in so much greater measure than I, generosity and courage, endurance, patience and lighthearted gallantry. Among no other people have I ever felt the same sense of personal inferiority.”
― Wilfred Thesiger

“In the tribe of Tuareg, men instead of women cover their faces with a blue veil. The tourists who come there call them the ‘Blue Men of the Sahara��.”
― Waheed Ibne Musa, Johnny Fracture

“There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night. No car, no car stereo, no silver bracelets, no shuffling, no dark blue tweed suits.”
― Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

“Seek joy. Seek more questions than answers. Seek jobs, friends, lovers, homes in which or with whom you feel utterly yourself. Better yet, seek experiences that challenge you to become even more yourself �� that is, to grow.
And if you should find more growth in movement, do not stop moving. And if you should find more meaning in stillness, stay still. And if at the end you still should wonder if you ever did find your calling, look back over the one inimitable path behind you, and ask your footsteps what you have learned.
Hint: The right questions lead not to answers, but to doors. We don’t find our calling, we walk it.”
― Toby Israel, Vagabondess: A Guide to Solo Female Travel

“Over the years, I have grown to love airports, despite all the travel inconveniences which are getting worse every year. I don’t know why I have this strong desire to depart; to always be somewhere else. Maybe getting displaced and being forced out of my home as a result of war has turned me into a permanent nomad? Since I left Iraq for the first time in 2005, I almost always have a plane, bus, or train ticket to go somewhere. Sometimes I think of the mothers who abandon their unwanted babies at the doors of churches and mosques. I imagine that my mother, too, had left me at the door of an airport with a plane ticket instead of a pacifier in my mouth! And since then, I have been moving everywhere and arriving nowhere. Could it be that disillusion takes place precisely at the moment we arrive at a certain destination?”
― Louis Yako

“And it's a little difficult, but it's very valuable to be forced to move from one place to another and deal with another set of situations and to accept that this is going to be -- in fact, it is -- your life.”
― James Baldwin, A Dialogue

“As I listened I thought once again how precarious was the existence of the Bedu. Their way of life naturally made them fatalists; so much was beyond their control. It was impossible for them to provide for a morrow when everything depended on a chance fall of rain or when raiders, sickness, or any one of a hundred chance happenings might at any time leave them destitute, or end their lives. They did what they could, and no people were more self-reliant, but if things went wrong they accepted their fate without bitterness, and with dignity as the will of God.”
― Wilfred Thesiger

“this book is not a map, but an existential guide to a vagabondish lifestyle and perspective. If you want to hold this feeling in your hands, you will have to dig for it yourself. There is no other way, no shortcut, no online course, no magic recipe.”
― Toby Israel, Vagabondess: A Guide to Solo Female Travel

“A path always makes so much more sense in retrospect.”
― Toby Israel, Vagabondess: A Guide to Solo Female Travel

“I don’t like guidebooks. I don’t like self-help-style “you must do this to be happy�� rhetoric. I really don’t like dogmatic, authoritative injunctions of any kind telling me how to live my life. And if my intuition about you, dear reader, is at all accurate, neither do you. So, don’t take anything written here as an imperative. I will be the last person to tell you what you “should�� or “must�� do. You’ll figure out your own path; I have no doubt about it. Consider this an interpretive roadmap. My roadmap, drawn with the advantage of hindsight and the lessons from over ten years of experience in being a solo female traveler. I hope it may be of benefit to you.”
― Toby Israel, Vagabondess: A Guide to Solo Female Travel

“I define myself as a seminomad, so my world consist of transient places, where being at home is not possible.”
― Reinhold Messner, My Life at the Limit

“My conscience demanded a fresh start, away from memories that left me hitting the skids. It was time for new direction, new steps, and intentional tribulations. It was time to feel the terrain against my soles, to see whether I was in love with the road or just running from accountability.”
― Steven Keith Hunter, Relish In the Tread

“You can't live the sort of patched-together life that I've lived and get too sentimental about things.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, City of Girls

“And all is well and beautiful as long as I keep moving. Why do I ever stop moving? Why did we stop moving, us nomads? What compelled us to settle down?”
― Rebecca Schiller, A Thousand Ways to Pay Attention: Discovering the Beauty of My ADHD Mind―A Memoir

“اس دنیا میں بڑی مشکل ہے لیکن خانہ بدوشوں کیلئے تو یہاں اور بھی مشکل ہے ۔ کھیتوں میں اُگے ہوئے پودوں کی طرح جو لوگ ایک ہی شہر یا گاؤں میں رہتے ہیں، وہ ایک دوسرے کو پہچانتے ہیں خوشی کی ہوا میں ایک ساتھ لہلہا کو سرسراتے ہیں گیت گاتے ہیں اور اونچے ہو جاتے ہیں ۔ بھوک کے پالے میں ایک ساتھ ٹھٹھرتے ہیں اور بیماری کی وبا میں ایک ساتھ گھر کر کٹ جاتے ہیں۔ لیکن خانہ بدوشوں کیلئے ہر جگہ مشکل ہے ۔ وہ ہر کھیت کے کنارے اجنبی ہیں اور سر گاؤں کی مد میں انجانے شہر کی گلی کا ہر سوڈان کیلئے ایک نیا خطرہ ہے اور ہر چوراہے کا ہر سنتری انھیں ہر وقت بے دخل کر سکتا ہے۔ وہ ہر جگہ اکیلے ہیں۔ یہ لوگ جو کسی قوم کسی مذہب کسی رنگ اور کسی ملک کے نہیں ہیں ۔ یا شاید یہ سب کے ہیں اس لئے کسی کے نہیں ہیں ان کے رنگ میں سب کا رنگ ہے۔ ان کے خون میں سب کا خون ہے اور ان کی زبان میں سب کچھ زبانیں ہیں۔ یہ لوگ جو اپنا خیمہ اپنی چٹائی، گھاس کے چند تنکے لئے گھومتے ہیں کسی آشیانے کی تلاش میں ہیں ؟ اپنی اس کاہش کا انجام انھیں خود معلوم نہیں”
― KRISHAN CHANDAR, AIK AURAT HAZAR DIWANE by KRISHAN CHANDAR ایک عورت ہزار دیوانے

“کاش میرے لئے بھی کوئی تھک جائے ، چور ہو جائے . اس قدر مجبور ہو جائے کہ اگر اس کی جیب میں ایک پیسہ بھی نہ ہو تو چلتے چلتے کسی بھاڑی سے ایک پھول ہی توڑ کر میرے لئے لے آئے ۔”
― KRISHAN CHANDAR, AIK AURAT HAZAR DIWANE by KRISHAN CHANDAR ایک عورت ہزار دیوانے