Quotes About Wandering

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills...

But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town.

I roved o'er many a hill and many a dale With this my weary load, in heat and cold, Through many a wood, and many an open ground, In sunshine or in shade, in wet or fair, Now blithe, now drooping, as it might befal, My best companions now the driving winds And now the trotting brooks and whispering trees And now the music of my own sad steps, With many a short-lived thought that pass'd between And disappeared.

I been a long time leaving but I'm going to be a long time gone.

He who thought at last the books would tell him why people couldn't stay, and how their maps unraveled into ink-dissolving roads, while the sleepless boy and hall light stood watch...

The researchers summarized: "A human mind is a wandering mind, and a wandering mind is an unhappy mind. The ability to think about what is not happening is a cognitive achievement that comes at an emotional cost.". Long ago, Buddhists reached much the same conclusion.

in real life, souls don't meet, they just wander about

Having your evening coffee over A field guide of trails or alpine blossoms & so I need now to ask you Which of the old journals did you first Open to a map of my long wandering When did you first know I'd come back & how did you find yourself here & how did you know this single lantern You are reading by was the last possible Light to lead me home?

Travel is the dream of travelers.

Now and then it is okay to get lost to find yourself in a new way.

Intelligence in isolation turns to aimless marauding.

peripatetic

If this book should ever roam, Box its ears and send it home.

I have a terrible wanderthirst; the very sight of a map makes me want to put on my hat and take an umbrella and start. I shall see before I die the palms and temples of the South.

The spirit of the way is surely there, in the wish to wander through the world in order to escape it and to find others where there is nobody.

questa tensione fra il vagabondare, l'errare, l'essere sempre di passaggio in ogni luogo, continuamente in cammino, eternamente viaggiatore, e poi il fatto di desiderare una casa propria, in cui sentirsi al suo posto, finalmente stabile, dove essere qualcosa di più che accettato: scelto.

La gente deambulaba por la plaza, hechizada por el recuerdo olvidado de la fiesta; de ese olvido provenía la tristeza de esos días. "Algún día recordaremos, recordaremos

Guidance for Israel in their wanderings was unquestionable (Numbers 9). There could be no doubt if God wished them to move. Shall my Father be less definite with me? I cannot believe so. Often I doubt, for I cannot see, but surely the Spirit will lead as definitely as the pillar of cloud. I must be as willing to remain as to go, for the presence of God determines the whereabouts of His people.

Getting lost is the only way to find what you didn't know you were looking for.

It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home. The need to attach themselves makes wandering people strike roots in a day: wherever we unconsciously feel, we live.

Because without that source of wonder, I know that I am doomed. Without it, I will forever wander the world in a state of bottomless dissatisfaction—nothing but a howling ghost, trapped in a body made of slowly deteriorating meat.

And since creativity is still the most effective way for me to access wonder, I choose it. I choose to block out all the external (and internal) noise and distractions, and to come home again and again to creativity. Because without that source of wonder, I know that I am doomed. Without it, I will forever wander the world in a state of bottomless dissatisfaction—nothing but a howling ghost, trapped in a body made of slowly deteriorating meat

my fourth day in Rome, my shadow has still not darkened the door way of a church or a museum..

Dar aici este diferenta dintre mintile noastre, draga mea. Eu vreau sa ajung la revelatie purtat de aripi, in timp ce tu inaintezi statornic pe jos, cu lupa in mana. Eu sunt un ratacitor nestatornic, il caut pe Dumnezeu in contururile mari, caut o cale noua de cunoastere. Tu stai cu picioarele pe pamant si masori dovezile palma cu palma. Calea ta e mai rationala si mai metodica, dar eu nu pot sa mi-o schimb pe a mea.