Quotes About Wanderer

Indeed, I am nothing but a wanderer and a pilgrim on this earth! And what more are you?

Once more I am a wanderer, a pilgrim, through the world. But what else are you?

It is true, I am only a wanderer on, a pilgrim on this earth! But are you more?

Io amo la Morte... non per morbosità, ma perché spiega. Mi mostra la vanità del Denaro. Morte e Denaro sono gli eterni nemici. Non Morte e Vita. Non importa quello che c'è dietro la Morte, signor Bast, ma stia certo che il poeta, il musicista e il vagabondo saranno in essa più felici dell'uomo che non ha mai imparato a dire: io sono io.

A nomadic chicken was pacing across the street

Close not thy hand upon the innocent joy That trusts itself within thy reach. It may Or may not linger. Thou canst but destroy The wingèd wanderer. Let it go or stay. Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem. Think! Midas starved by turning all to gold.

A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.

And Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod.

For I must to the greenwood go,Alone, a banished man.

The desert attracts the nomad, the ocean the sailor, the infinite the poet.

"I'll rest," said he, "but thou shalt walk";So doth this wandering JewFrom place to place, but cannot restFor seeing countries new.

mendicant mystic

I'm a drifter. I go where the wind blows.

'The Odyssey' is a great poem to refugee-dom... Odysseus is not entirely a refugee... he's somebody who's blown off course. The entire book is an exploration of that theme... I reread it every year... That's not as surprising as it sounds, because it's a rip-roaring book.

A wise traveler reaches his goal and rests," he continues. "The wanderer never reaches it, but with great lethargy of mind forever directs his hungry eyes before him.

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

She called herself Europa, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.

Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. Though I've never led an army, I am a wanderer. I cradle 'The Odyssey' nights while the moon is waning, as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

That a child obtains what he asks from his father looks so perfectly natural, we almost count it the father's duty to give. But with a friend, it is as if the kindness is more free, dependent not on nature but on sympathy and character....But then we must be living as His friends. I am still a child even when a wanderer, but friendship depends upon the conduct.

Evet, yeryüzünde bir gezginim yaln?zca, bir yolcu! Sizler bunun ötesinde misiniz sanki?

É vero, io sono soltanto un viandante, un pellegrino su questa terra. Voi siete forse qualcosa di più?

All my life I have been a nomad.

A wanderer with no ideal, no sense of gratitude for his independence, is no more than a beggar! The difference between a beggar and the great wandering priest Saigy? lies inside the heart!

He called him (it was always a man) a flâneur. "The crowd is his habitat, as air is for the bird or water for the fish," he wrote. "His passion and his profession is to wed the crowd. . . . To be away from home, but to feel oneself everywhere at home.