Let me feel how thy pulses beat. — Thomas Middleton, The Changeling
Let me feel how thy pulses beat. — Thomas Middleton, The Changeling
Let me feel how thy pulses beat. — Thomas Middleton, The Changeling
Let me feel how thy pulses beat. — Thomas Middleton, The Changeling
Let me feel how thy pulses beat. — Thomas Middleton, The Changeling
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Let me feel how thy pulses beat.

— Thomas Middleton, The Changeling
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Consulting maps can diminish the wanderlust that they awaken,as the act of looking at them can replace the act of travel — Judith Schalansky, Atlas of Remote Islands
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I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I — Roman Payne
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The romance of travel wasn't always terribly evident to those who were actually experiencing it. — Bill Bryson, One Summer: America, 1927
Delay and dirt are the realities of the most rewarding travel. — Paul Theroux, Ghost Train to the Eastern Star
I ease into the idea of letting go of control and simply let life take the reins. And when I don't hold it so tightly, i — Sarah Reijonen, Country Girl: Letting Love & Wanderlust Take the Reins
Wanderlust is incurable. — Mark Jenkins, The Hard Way: Stories of Danger, Survival, and the Soul of Adventure
Just like you mistook lust for love, you have mistaken with being alone for loneliness. So I'm fine. Thanks for asking. — pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You
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