Quotes About Wanderer

Sem duvida, sou apenas um andarilho, um peregrino na Terra. E vocês, são mais que isso ?

So the most restless wanderer longs in the end for his homeland again and finds in his cottage, in the arms of his wife, in the midst of his children, in the work of looking after them, the joy he had sought in vain in the wide world.

I, wanderer, stand awaiting the signal.

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 saw myself, sharply, as a wanderer, an adventurer, rocking through the world, unanchored. [...] The wind of my life was blowing me away. [...] I take the blue envelope...and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watching the wind carry them away. Yet as I turn and begin walking toward the waiting people, the wind blows some of them back on me.

I saw myself, sharply, as a wanderer, an adventurer, rocking through the world, unanchored.

Then John knew that a curse was renewed from moment to moment, from father to son. Time was indifferent, like snow and ice; but the heart, crazed wanderer in the driving waste, carried the curse forever.

Thus has the bewildered Wanderer to stand, as so many have done, shouting question after question into the Sibyl-cave of Destiny, and receive no Answer but an Echo. It is all a grim Desert, this once-fair world of his; wherein is heard only the howling of wild beasts, or the shrieks of despairing, hate-filled men; and no Pillar of Cloud by day, and no Pillar of Fire by night, any longer guides the Pilgrim. To such length has the spirit of Inquiry carried him.

An ardent desire to go took possession of me once more. Not because I wanted to leave - I was quite all right on this Cretan coast, and felt happy and free there and I needed nothing - but because I have always been consumed with one desire; to touch and see as much as possible of the earth and the sea before I die.

The charm of travelling is everywhere I go, tiny life.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

The solitary traveller, haunter of lanes, disturber of ferns, and devastator of great hemlock plants, looking up, suddenly sees the giant figure at the end of the ride.

The question, What is a philosopher? cannot be answered at all in more recent times. Here he appears as an accidental, solitary wanderer, as a daring "genius." What is he in the midst of a powerful culture that is not based on solitary "geniuses"?

Only one is a wanderer. Two together are always going somewhere.

He was a wanderer between two worlds and must ever wander...

There's music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair.

When no possessions keep us, when no countries contain us, and no time detains us, man becomes a heroic wanderer, and woman, a wanderess.

Time, you old gypsy man, will you not stay, put up your caravan just for one day?

Now I am a vagabond of the universe, a drifter among spaces where the madness of things has no limits.

peripatetic, globe-roaming mariner Captain James

I think I was a nomad in another life.

You could say I'm a bit of a nomad.

I'm on the road constantly. I'm a nomad. I don't really have a home right now. I don't identify with one place in particular.

I move around, like a true Kazakh nomad.