Quotes About Wandering

Man is lost and is wandering in a jungle where real values have no meaning. Real values can have meaning to man only when he steps on to the spiritual path, a path where negative emotions have no use.

I love to travel, anywhere in the world. Wherever it is... India... Tibet... wherever. I'll go anywhere.

Wherever we halted we were surrounded by wandering troops of Bedouins.

I walk wherever my errands take me.

I like songs that go to different places and then come back.

I have a terrible sense of direction.

I feel I was always daydreaming, and I was always distracted.

I like to explore the world.

I don't have a permanent place where I live. I'm in Atlanta about six or seven months out of the year. I gave up on my place in New York. I don't have a place in L.A., but sometimes when I go there for the hiatus, I stay in temporary housing. It's all over the place, and I don't know where I live!

I am a landless man...I come out of the sunset and into the sunrise I go, wherever the Lord doth guide my feet.

Sometimes she sat and let her mind go blank and her eyes go out of focus, so that she watched the slow, jerky movements of the motes that floated across her pupils. They amazed her as a child. Now she saw them as a reflection of how she moved, floating listlessly through the world, occasionally bumping into another body without acknowledgment, and then floating on, free and alone.

He would move from city to city as he had always done, using people, soiling them like sheets and walking away, to find fresh faces and new diversions.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

The untented Kosmos my abode,I pass, a willful stranger;My mistress still the open roadAnd the bright eyes of danger.

What … you're a hedgehog!" It stirred at her touch and then curled up tighter. "You're a very small hedgehog. And you shouldn't be wandering round enchanted palaces looking for adventures.

I see people walking, he said.—Just during the day, like. I see them and they all seem to know where they're going. And I always think they're keeping the secret from me. Where they're going Ã¢â'¬â€œ where they know they're going. I've always felt that. Left out, I suppose. Excluded

I had been wandering, looking for something novel, something that suited my fancy. I came upon that place at that time in the same way we find anything. I let my desires lead me and I followed my instincts.

though the subject rejects the notion of repeating it elsewhere later on, he sometimes discovers in himself a kind of diffusion of amorous desire; he then realises he is doomed to wander until he dies, from love

Though each love is experienced as unique and though the subject rejects the notion of repeating it elsewhere later on, he sometimes discovers in himself a kind of diffusion of amorous desire; he then realises he is doomed to wander until he dies, from love

He had no place to go, and all the time in the world to get there, so detours cost him nothing.

We crossed the Avenue Bosquet against the light and then we made an arbitrary left into the Rue Jean Nicot. Joe stopped at a tabac and bought cigarettes. I would have smiled if I had been able to. The street was named after the guy who discovered nicotine.

the meandering approach road. She saw the

I had rambling on my mind.