Quotes About Wander

and was lost to sight. I turned around and got set to head

that. There were some turns left and right, and there were some small stands of trees here and there, and there were

Si no sabes hacia donde te dirijes, cualquier lugar te llevará

wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils.

She knew that she had a tendency to allow her mind to wander, but surely that's what made the world interesting. One thought led to another, one memory triggered another. How dull it would be, she thought, not to be reminded of the interconnectedness of everything, how dull for the present not to evoke the past, for here not to imply there.

He comes in entirely as an outsider. He lets his mind wander. He's not endangering his academic position because he doesn't have one, and he can take those risks

When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life.

There are no new themes for a writer, only new ways of setting down old themes, new eyes to wander among old rocks.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

What leftists call the loss of the political is the fog they wander through because they've lost sight of the communist horizon.

In this land I have made myself sick with silence In this land I have wandered, lost In this land I hunkered down to see What will become of me. In this land I held myself tight So as not to scream. -But I did scream, so loud That this land howled back at me As hideously As it builds its houses. In this land I have been sown Only my head sticks Defiant, out of the earth But one day it too will be mown Making me, finally Of this land. -Charlie's poem

started here. Helen walked back to her hotel slowly, enjoying the cool of the night and the beauty of Paris. The streets were busy, and even in the side street where she crossed to her hotel there were people in the pavement cafés. She toyed with the idea of having one for the road, but decided to call it a night. She had a flight to Grand

We may marvel. Yet I trust, When man seeketh to be just And to pity them that wander, God will raise him from the dust.

I wander as I walk straight ahead. When it's time, I show up at the office like everyone else. When it's not time, I go to the river to gaze at the river, like everyone else. I'm no different. And behind all this, O sky my sky, I secretly constellate and have my infinity.

It does a man no harm to move around a bit and see things. It is a great thing for widening out the mind. A wide mind is a grand thing, it nearly always leads to farseeing inventions.

Not all those who wander are lost.

I would like to spend the whole of my life traveling, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend at home.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.

That mother of men was made to wander in the wilderness and earn her bread by the sweat of her brow, not by filling her mouth with the sweet juicy fruits that bend the branches low.

It has been said that marriages are arranged by Heaven, that destiny will bring even the most distantly separated people together, that all is settled before birth, and no matter how much we wander from our paths, no matter how our fortunes change—for good or bad—all we can do is accomplish the decree of fate. This, in the end, is our blessing and our heartbreak.

somehow the first little Caleb had wandered away unnoticed

But there was in the air that kind of distortion that bent you a little; it caused your usual self to grow slippery, to wander off and shop, to get blurry, bleed, bevel with possibility.

If you want to know where your heart is, follow your mind when it wanders.

After seven to ten days, the nit hatches and becomes what is known as a nymph, or a young louse. Cycles are essential to life. Without patterns our bodies would wander off into the middle of a parched field and just stand there staring up at the sky.