Quotes About Wandering

From the beginnings of literature, poets and writers have based their narratives on crossing borders, on wandering, on exile, on encounters beyond the familiar. The stranger is an archetype in epic poetry, in novels. The tension between alienation and assimilation has always been a basic theme.

Hens were wandering about like ladies at a lyceum tea trying to find their friends before selecting their seats.

We are all roamers of vast spaces and travelers in many ages.

In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.

For years I drove cross-country, back and forth a dozen times, sometimes on book tour, sometimes just to get lost and found.

But do not ask me where I am going, As I travel in this limitless world, Where every step I take is my home.

On the road again, goin' places that I've never been. Seein' things that I may never see again, and I can't wait to get on the road again.

Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.

Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.

We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.

The most difficult task for anyone wandering through a foreign land with the hope of gaining some insight into it is the profound need to come to terms with the lives and thoughts of strangers.

We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.

I think once you start traveling, you don't stop

We travel just to travel.

We need to make sure our children travel to see things. Not necessarily long distances but at least out of the neighborhood. On a train. A boat. An airplane.

I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.

All travel is circular. I had been jerked through Asia, making a parabola on one of the planet's hemispheres. After all, the grand tour is just the inspired man's way of heading home.

To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.

Take a few minutes of every day to fantasize about how you would wander, travel, or explore if you could.

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.

I am a voyager - and the voyage cannot mean that I stay at home.