Quotes About Wanderer

If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong, For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along. And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows, Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.

The psychology of places, for some imaginations at least, is very vivid; for the wanderer, especially, camps have their "note" either of welcome or rejection.

It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun, And in the harvest to sing on the wagon loaded with corn. It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted, To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer, To listen to the hungry raven's cry in the winter season, When the red blood is filled with wine and with the marrow of lambs.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir.

Shivam might not be as shy or as moody as me but he has a wanderlust as well. We both yearn to constantly travel.

Today's Gypsies, who have lived in Prague for only two generations, light a ritual fire wherever they work, a nomads' fire crackling only for the joy of it, a blaze of rough-hewn wood like a child's laugh, a symbol of the eternity that preceded human thought, a free fire, a gift from heaven, a living sign of the elements unnoticed by the world-weary pedestrian, a fire in the ditches of Prague warming the wanderer's eye and soul.

Under the ruthless cold of the gathering stars, Cyrion walked away.

Oh the seduction of far horizons and empty landscapes. For all the comfort and necessity of busy, ordered lives, the spirit remains a nomad.

el beduino poligloto, el intérprete transhumante.

Nesse tempo, já me dera conta de que procurar era minha sina, emblema de todos aqueles que saem à noite sem qualquer finalidade exata, razão de todos os destruidores de bússolas.

Live your life as a lonely stranger. As a wanderer filled with awe and wonder. Leave everything as you found it. For none of it belongs to you. Let the events happen around you, knowing that none of them are happening TO You. And you will live an equanimous life.

Oh, Star of Hope, that shines to bless The Wanderer through Life's Wilderness! Angels of Love—say "Are ye come to lead the Weary Wanderer home?

You wanderer on the path! There is no path, only wandering".

The Wayfarer.

New ideas, fragile as spring flowers, easily bruised by the tread of the multitude, may yet be cherished by the solitary wanderer.

Io, esule, non ho casa: sono stato gettato via verso l'infinito.

I?" the man said. "I am a drifter. A miscreant. The flame's last breath, made of smoke at its passing.

Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.

He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea.

Some, however, would derive the word from sans terre, without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere. For this is the secret of successful sauntering. He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all, but the Saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea.

I too would fain be a track-repairer somewhere in the orbit of the earth.

It was the end for me. And yet not an end. In all the years which have since elapsed she remains the woman I loved and lost, the unattainable one [...] I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable. —Henry Miller, Stand Still like the Hummingbird (1962)

I realized and decided that I really wanted to travel and explore the world.

I'm a traveler and a vagabond and an observer, and the songs come through that. And that's just the way it's going to be.