Quotes About Vagabond

In real life, I myself am kind of a rambling guy. I like to travel.

If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong, For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along. And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows, Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.

The graphic style itself is influenced by a lot of very layered and detailed comics that I read as a kid, like 'Vagabond' by Takehiko Inoue.

I tramped. When I was on the freight trains, I wasn't looking for work. I was looking to go from place to place without paying any money.

In a war one is either living like a prince or a vagabond. I

with a voice like the thunder of God; a singer, story-teller, lion and world-wanderer & vagabond who will never stop.

Besides, I'm a gypsy at heart and I like to travel around.

I'm a traveler and a vagabond and an observer, and the songs come through that. And that's just the way it's going to be.

I'm just a traveling musician.

Well, I am a traveller at heart.

The thing is, I'm a gypsy; I love travelling!

I wasn't really living anywhere... I was just kinda hanging out. I would live from week to week in places.

Space, like time, gives birth to forgetfulness, but does so by removing an individual from all relationships and placing him in a free and pristine state--indeed, in but a moment it can turn a pedant and philistine into something like a vagabond. Time, they say, is water from the river Lethe, but alien air is a similar drink; and if its effects are less profound, it works all the more quickly.

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don't know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.

There is nowhere to go but everywhere.

I suddenly saw the little hobo standing under a sad street lamp with his thumb stuck out--poor forlorn man, poor lost sometime boy, now broken ghost of the penniless wilds.

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars...

Perhaps the greatest charm of tramp-life is the absence of monotony. In Hobo Land the face of life is protean—an ever changing phantasmagoria, where the impossible happens and the unexpected jumps out of the bushes at every turn of the road. The hobo never knows what is going to happen the next moment; hence, he lives only in the present moment. He has learned the futility of telic endeavor, and knows the delight of drifting along with the whimsicalities of Chance

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

I perceived at the end of a certain time, that I lacked something in every direction; and seeing that I was good for nothing, of my own free will I became a poet and rhymester. That is a trade which one can always adopt when one is a vagabond, and it's better than stealing, as some young brigands of my acquaintance advised me to do.

Well, Your Worship, does this mean I get to go back to being a scoundrel? She

Sir Pom-pom gave a scornful grunt. 'As for me, I am bored with this constant trudging through the dust! The roads never end; they simply join into another road, so that a wanderer never comes to his journey's end.' 'That is the nature of the vagabond.

I'm a vagabond. I live out of one suitcase. I feel very comfortable in black. I feel very uncomfortable in anything else than black.

God shouts: "Burn your houses! I am coming! Whoever has a house cannot receive me! 29. Ã¢â'¬Å"Burn your ideas, smash your thoughts! Whoever has found the solution cannot find me. 30. Ã¢â'¬Å"I love the hungry, the restless, the vagabonds. They are the ones who brood eternally on hunger, on rebellion, on the endless road—on ME! 31. Ã¢â'¬Å"I am coming! Leave your wives, your children, your ideas, and follow me. I am the great Vagabond.