Quotes About Wander

Truth wanders everywhere, but especially and frequently, it wanders in the silence. To meet with it, you wander in the silence too.

It reassured me that, if nothing else in life, at least I'd fulfilled my earliest ambition simply to wander far afield, in spirit if not in space, from the place of my birth.

Mizzy has, again, wandered into the garden, like a child who feels no fealty to adult conversation.

The soul wanders in the dark, until it finds love. And so, wherever our love goes, there we find our soul.

On and on we wander in these pages--and we never reach the point because, happily, there is no point to reach.

Language, never forget, is more fashion than science, and matters of usage, spelling and pronunciation tend to wander around like hemlines.

You can't have a more civilized community than one in which hospital staff play cricket at the end of a summer's day and lunatics can wander and mingle without exciting comment or alarm. It was wonderful, possibly unsurpassable. It really was. That was the Britain I came to. I wish it could be that place again.

This is not the home of truth; it wanders unrecognized among men.

Mattis once called Trump's tendency to wander off during briefings "Seattle freeway off-ramps to nowhere," where Fox News items were "more salient to him.

Ten times a day, every day, I wonder at having wandered so far, and then, alienated from myself, a stranger to myself, I go home

I'm not afraid of being lost. We all wander off from time to time. It's the fear of never quite finding myself that keeps me up at night.

In the heart of the forest, your image follows me

Îmi dadusem seama inca de pe atunci ca semnul meu este cautarea, emblema celor care o pornesc noaptea fara vreun tel anume, ratiunea distrugatorilor de busole.

Umblam fara sa ne cautam, dar stiind ca umblam ca sa ne gasim.

animula vagula blandula.

Porque en esos dos idiomas las luciérnagas no sólo dan luz sino que vagan en la oscuridad como los cometas.

Across the margent of the world I fled,And troubled the gold gateways of the stars.

Half happy. We wander among Mayflowers, among the lonely paths in the woods. We hover over gatherings of people, over the scene of accidents, gardens, festivals. We cower in chimneys of dwelling places and behind the bed curtains. Give me your hand. We don't associate with each other, but we see and hear everything that is going on in the world. We know that everything is stupidity, everything that men do and contend for, and we laugh at it.

Even straight roads meander.

When we wander off the path, that trust pulls us back; and we do not flinch, hesitate, or worry about being unwelcome in the Father's arms.

Through music we may wander where we will in time, and find friends in every century.

Girls and boys and young women generally seemed glad to be in the woods. They looked in the pond and at the flowers, and improved their time. Men of business, even farmers, thought only of solitude and employment, and of the great distance at which I dwelt from something or other; and though they said that they loved a ramble in the woods occasionally, it was obvious that they did not.

I fear chiefly lest my expression may not be extra-vagant enough, may not wander far enough beyond the narrow limits of my daily experience, so as to be adequate to the truth of which I have been convinced.

I walk out into a nature such as the old prophets and poets, Menu, Moses, Homer, Chaucer, walked in.