Quotes About Wanderer

The word "planet" comes from the ancient Greek word for "wanderer," because the planets seemed to move against the more fixed lights of the stars.

I suppose that every wanderer started in a garden somewhere. So few of us are born into motion.

Some people haven't got a life, I suppose. They want to be on the road all the time.

Te llamas a ti misma ciudadana del mundo, sus ojos susurraban, pero eso sólo significa que no perteneces a ningún sitio.

I'm everywhere; I'm just a soul that's floating around here on earth.

I don't have a home. I'm on the road, more or less.

Where shall the weary rest? When shall the lonely of heart come home? What doors are open for the wanderer? And which of us shall find his father, know his face, and in what place, and in what time, and in what land? Where? Where the weary of heart can abide for ever, where the weary of wandering can find peace, where the tumult, the fever, and the fret shall be for ever stilled.

To the domesticated, nomads were an unwelcome reminder of instinct suppressed, liberty compromised, and control unimplemented.

Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone.

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.

Durante el día empujaba la carreta por la vecindad; por la noche dormía bajo los viaductos, detrás de los setos, en callejones.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water—

a traveling epic Hunkey, crossing and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in the summer and only because he has no place he can stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, and keep rolling under the stars

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.

and only because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere

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.

A honest man is seldom a vagrant.

Navegando por el mar del tiempo, el dios solitario vaga de una distante orilla a otra, confirmando las leyes de las estrellas del cielo».

Magnus had always had a wanderer's heart. Over the centuries, he had adventured in so many different places, always looking for something that would fulfill his restless hunger. He never realized how all the pieces could fall together, how home could be somewhere and someone. He belonged with Alec. His wandering heart could rest.

And you will arrive under a soldier's black mantle With your fearful greenish candle And will not show your face to me. But the riddle cannot torment me for long: Whose hand is here, under that white glove Who sent this wanderer, who comes in darkness?

O tu, stella randagia, astro disperso, che forse cerchi, nel tuo folle andare, la porta onde fuggir dall'universo!

Da, sunt numai un c?l?tor, un pelerin pe acest p?mânt! Dar voi sunte?i altceva?