Floating in the void free of gravity I made my way along the side of the ship. I listened to my own breaths. It was so dark and I was so weightless t…

- Elisabeth Eaves

I followed my wanderlust. It bruised me sometimes, and took me to all kinds of highs. Now that my thirst is slaked, I get to start anew.

- Elisabeth Eaves

Wanderlust is not a passion for travel exactly, it’s something more animal and more fickle- more like lust. We don’t lust after very many things in …

- Elisabeth Eaves

The paradox of love is that to have it is to want to preserve it because it's perfect in the moment but that preservation is impossible because the p…

- Elisabeth Eaves

I know it's not strictly sex that accounts for my straying the motive usually attributed to men. I think it's just too tempting to have two lives rat…

- Elisabeth Eaves

Travel is like adultery: one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one's own country. To have imagination is inevitably to be dissatisfied with where…

- Elisabeth Eaves

The best kind of travel – the kind I wanted to experience – involves a particular state of mind, in which one is not merely open to the occurrence of…

- Elisabeth Eaves