Quotes About Wanderer

I am the son of the road , my country is a caravan and my life is the most unexpected of voyages. i belong to earth and to the god and it is to them that I will one day soon return

Life itself is an exile. The way home is not the way back.

As I look back over my life, before I had any real identity, I was a traveler. I grew up an Army brat, a runaway, an activist, and a musician. All my life I've been traveling.

I love to travel, anywhere in the world. Wherever it is... India... Tibet... wherever. I'll go anywhere.

I am a gypsy, in a way. It's a condition of my profession.

I am a landless man...I come out of the sunset and into the sunrise I go, wherever the Lord doth guide my feet.

wondering about a man to whom the difference between a pasture and a meadow seemed important, [...] who seemed like the wind. And moved like it. Came from it, perhaps.

a wanderer depends on the kindness of strangers. Not for anything specific or material. For morale.

My name is Jack Reacher," I said. "No middle name. No address.

name. "Jack Reacher

Drifting, drifting,/ what am I more than/ a single gull/ between sky and earth?

I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

Vim. Diadorim nada não me disse. A poeira das estradas pegava pesada de orvalho.

An homecoming that striveth ever more And cometh to no home.

Olá, guardador de rebanhos, Aí à beira da estrada, Que te diz o vento que passa?"   "Que é vento, e que passa, E que já passou antes, E que passará depois. E

Not all those who wander are lost.

I wish I was here, or I wish I was there...' In our age of global travel we are all potential heirs to the simile of Hera's flight.

For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.

Envy is envy, both for the wind and for men on earth. The better the place, the more others covet what you have. Be a pauper, a wanderer, a secret in the darkness of night. Once you possess something others do not, you are a target for the wicked.

I was a soul back on Earth. AWOL a little while from heaven.

Books? Books are sacred. Books are to me what the host is to the priest, the oasis to the desert wanderer, the arrival of winged seraphim to a dying man.

Ja wohl bin ich nur ein Wandrer, ein Waller auf der Erde! Seid ihr denn mehr?

Sì certo, io sono un viandante, un pellegrino sulla terra. E che siete di meglio, voi?