Quotes About Wandering

It is easier to bear the worries of wandering than to find peace in your hometown, where only the sage can live in a happy house surrounded by trite troubles and daily distractions.

Love is like a bird, they flies everywhere, its free, but its hard to trust someone where they like to stay.

I'm not the settling-down type, I'm afraid. I think I'm cursed with a touch of Dating ADD.

Enlightenment is not some good feeling or some particular state of mind. The state of mind that exists when you sit in the right posture is, itself, enlightenment. If you cannot be satisfied with the state of mind you have in zazen, it means your mind is still wandering about. Our body and mind should not be wobbling or wandering about. In this posture there is no need to talk about the right state of mind. You already have it. This is the conclusion of Buddhism.

A wandering minstrel came

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home.

Roamin' in the Gloamin'.

I liked the streets as much as museums, and I spent hours in the city wandering around, inhaling the garbage.

I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog.

The one that rambles for a million miles, yes, I walk down this road searching for your love.

And I, methinks, am gone astray In trackless wastes and lone.

a woman with time on her hands in the morning, a woman who wanders about before she is dressed, for example, rearranging flowers in a vase and talking about love and marriage, is something no man can stand, I believe, unless he dissembles.

Seitdem treiben wir Menschen uns vor dem Eingang zum Paradies herum.

He took a wrong turn—several wrong turns, and was quite lost. It

I get sidetracked very easily.

to wander among the neat rows of boutiques.

Quella sera, non fossero stati tanto i forestieri ad abbattere i passerotti, quanto piuttosto questi ultimi, uccelli magici volati da un luogo sconosciuto, a prendere d'assalto le loro anime vagabonde.

I'd been wandering about in the enchantments of romance, afflicted with the worst female curse on earth, the need to mold myself to expectations.

To know exactly where you're headed may be the best way to go astray. Not all who loiter are lost.

For nearly two years, I'd worn my grief for Jesus like a second skin. In all that time, the pain of his absence had not diminished. The familiar burning came to my eyes, followed by that sense I often got of wandering inside my heart, desperately searching for what I could never find—my husband. I feared my grief would turn to despair, that it would become a skin I couldn't shed.

Wore out from all that, I did what we call shilly-shally. Poking round up to no good.

To know exactly where you're headed may be the best way to go astray. Not all who loiter are lost.

Those who wander are not necessarily lost.

as the day wore on I watched the birds all flying in one direction, and said, "Land lies there.