Quotes About Wandering

In the empty expanses of space, the wandering traders need men like myself to care for the spiritual side of a life so given over to commerce, and worldly pursuits.

He spent the afternoon alone in the streets.

One wanders to the left, another to the right. Both are equally in error, but, are seduced by different delusions.

Brothers, if we believe that we shall arise, already we have arisen. What should we be without faith? Not to us, as to other nations, has a country been given to which we may cling; a home, where we may tarry; rest, that our hearts may wax fat! Not for peace have we been the chosen among the nations. Wandering is our habitation, trouble our heritage, God our home.

Louisa asked these questions with a strong, wild, wandering interest peculiar to her; and interest gone astray like a banished creature, and hiding in solitary places.

A common little song has died and left me here with a heart in pain and sent me wandering lovelessly to deposit my heart at every door: with her who was never born yet died and left to me a loveless heart: and yet carries off my heart in pain: to deposit my heart at every door.

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious...

Man's real home is not a house, but the Road, and that life itself is a journey to be walked on foot.

To the one who knows how to look and feel, every moment of this free wandering life is an enchantment.

Is this part of the geography project? Are you wandering the riverbed or just each other?

When we're in the act of wandering, we need to be present, not watching it through a lens.

the girl with the maps and the travel books and the plans.

No set line between lost and not lost.

me lleva a internarme por un cultivo de maíz cercado por eucaliptos errantes.

As soon as a man stopped wandering and stood still an looked around him, he found a god in that place.

In the daytime, when the sun is young, My heart aches for thee. I take a flute and blow it. I go out wandering. Taking a long sword, I go away into the night; I go away under the dark sky. I fear nothing...

the dreamy endlessness of the afternoons spent deep in her own mind.

Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame To wand'ring mowers shows the way, That in the night have lost their aim, And after foolish fires do stray; Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since Juliana here is come, For she my mind hath so displac'd That I shall never find my home.

Since I was a very small boy, traveling from town to town, three hundred days a year, I learned to love this life. The cradlelike rock and sway of the train, the hospitality of our countrymen, the gentle hearts of our countrywomen. You will find that, as long as you keep moving, there is no end to the delights awaiting you. But you must keep moving, Feliu. Even when the heart skips; even when the view blurs.

I was wandering in time, and entered a door to the past just before it closed over.

Your civilization was once alive, vibrant, productive, and borne in glory. Now look at you—a wandering, questioning pack of rebels teetering on the brink of dissolution.

Anytime I feel lost, I pull out a map and stare. I stare until I have reminded myself that life is a giant adventure, so much to do, to see.

Jenna liked her own company and she loved wandering around the Palace, especially at night when candles cast great shadows across the corridors

I kinda live where I find myself.