Quotes About Wanderers

When the rivers and air are polluted, when families and nations are at war, when homeless wanderers fill the highways, these are traditional signs of a dark age. Another is that people become poisoned by self-doubt and become cowards.

Those who wander are always objects of suspicion and sometimes even of fear.

From the moment we are born, we are wanderers, longing-for a place to which to return.

I say you are tribeless wanderers, without marks of rank or blood,' Khasar said. 'Don't leave your posts while I am gone. I am going to ride into the city over your bodies.

I fear nomads. I am afraid of them and afraid for them too.

But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep us waiting long.

We celebrated our start by scribbling on our hats 'Nowhere in this wide universe have we a fixed abode — A party of two wanderers'.

Also the moon and I have this in common: we both are wanderers across the night.

In seeking after what the soul desires we become pilgrims with no home but the path the soul would have us follow.

if wanderers were not themselves the cause, then like the scent and color of the lotus in the sky, there would be no perception of the universe.

Those who live in caves, die in caves," said All-Father, "and the love of the Wanderer is to wanderers.

Czy ludzie niecierpliwi nie przypominaj? duchów, które nigdy nie s? tu, w tym miejscu, i teraz, w tej w?a?nie chwili, ale wystawiaj? g?ow? z ?ycia jak ci w?drowcy, którzy podobno, gdy znale?li si? na ko?cu ?wiata, wyjrzeli poza horyzont.

To be impatient means never really living, being always in the future, in what will happen, but which is after all not yet here. Do not impatient people resemble spirits who are never here in this place, and now, in this very moment, but rather sticking their heads out of life like those wanderers who supposedly, when they found themselves at the end of the world, just looked onward, beyond the horizon? What did they see there? What is it that an impatient person hopes to glimpse?

Donc, allez, vagabonds sans trêves, Errez, funestes et maudits, Le long des gouffres et des grèves, Sous l'œil fermé des paradis !

Therefore behold, the days are coming, declares the LORD, when I will send to him wanderers, who will pour him out. They will empty his vessels and shatter his jars.