Quotes About Wandering

Later that afternoon we went in search of some nomads. This is not easy as nomads are never at home.

sing to us the one with violets in her lap ]mostly ]goes astray

But thou shalt ever lie dead nor shall there be any remembrance of thee then or ever, for thou hast none of the roses of Pieria; but thou shalt wander unnoticed, even in the houses of Hades, flitting among the shadowy dead. Forever shalt thou lie dead, nor shall there be any remembrance of thee now or hereafter, for never has thou had any of the roses of Pieria; but thou shalt wander, eternally unregarded in the houses of Hades, flitting among the insubstantial shades.

In pity and trembling old age now covers my flesh. Yet there is chasing and floating after a young woman. Pick up your lyre and sing to us of one with roses on her robe, especially wandering

Time is the deepest wilderness in which we wander.

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

I'm a bit of a vagabond - a person who loses time and space because you don't know where you are.

"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.

The imagination should be allowed a certain amount of time to browse around.

I just travel all the time.

Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

You can see as many towns as you like but it never gets you anywhere. And once you have stopped looking, there you are, exactly where you were before.

Traveling is a great distraction. Everyone has always traveled, the Greeks, the Phoenicians: it has always been so, all through history.

Les gens que l'on rencontre dans les rues, pendant le jour, donnent l'impression d'aller vers un but précis, que l'on suppose raisonnable, mais, la nuit, ils paraissent marcher dans leurs rêves.

Weary or bitter or bewildered as we may be, God is faithful. He lets us wander so we will know what it means to come home.

Whilst man is in one location, he thinks of another. Dancing with one woman, he can't help but long to see the quiet curve of another's nude shoulder; to never be satisfied, to never have the mind and body cheerfully stranded in a single location - this is the curse of the human race!

No one ever said that you would live to see the repercussions of everything you do, or that you have guarantees, or that you are not obliged to wander in the dark, or that everything will be proved to you and neatly verified like something in science. Nothing is: at least nothing that is worthwhile. I didn't bring you up only to move across sure ground. I didn't teach you to think that everything must be within our control or understanding. Did I? For, if I did, I was wrong.

Our life seems cursed to be a wiggle merely, and a wandering without end.

We don't know where we belong, but in times of sorrow it doesn't seem to be here, here with these silly pansies and witless mountains, here with sponges and hard-eyed birds.

Our life seems cursed to be a wriggle merely, and a wandering without end.

I felt I had thrown away so much in my life, but I also felt an unspoken bond between me and my city. I'd spent so much time wandering the streets of L.A. and hiking through the Hollywood Hills that I sensed there was a nonhuman entity, maybe the spirit of the hills and the city, who had me in her sights and was looking after me. Even if I was a loner in my own band, at least I still felt the presence of the city I lived in.

I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death

He did not wander aimlessly, though he never knew which village would be his next port of call. He was seeking no particular place, but a mood, an influence—indeed, a way of life.

Indeed, I cannot think why the whole bed of the ocean is not one solid mass of oysters, so prolific the creatures seem. Ah, I am wandering! Strange how the brain controls the brain! What was I saying, Watson?