Quotes About Wandering

I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be so I'm on my way home.

I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to foreign shores.

Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don't know.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

Perhaps I am too tame, too domestic a magician. But how does one work up a little madness? I meet with mad people every day in the street, but I never thought before to wonder how they got mad. Perhaps I should go wandering on lonely moors and barren shores. That is always a popular place for lunatics – in novels and plays at any rate. Perhaps wild England will make me mad.

I left the Embrace of the Faun and wandered miserably through the House. I believed that I was mad – or that I had been mad – or else that I was becoming mad now. Whichever way it was, it was a terrifying prospect. After a while I decided that this way of going on did no good at all.

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

I had lost all perspective; I was wandering in a desperate purgatory (with a gray man in a gray boat in a gray river: an apathetic Charon dawdling upon a passionless phlegmatic River Styx ... and a petulant Christ child bawling on the train ... ).

Worse still, Wally has hillbilly ADD.  He'll start telling you about a snake he killed or some chesty woman he saw and then branch off into weather because a cloud caught his eye or complain about his itchy socks, wish he'd eaten more for lunch.

There's sense, he told himself. You build something and then you stay there. That's the way it's meant to be. Not this running here, running there, never see your blood-family or your home roofs for a year at a time.

attempting to find in motion what was lost in space.

Oh the seduction of far horizons and empty landscapes. For all the comfort and necessity of busy, ordered lives, the spirit remains a nomad.

quando me passeio por Passy parece-me que deambulo por dentro de mim mesmo e que tropeço incessantemente na minha infância.

We went around without looking for each other, but knowing we went around to find each other.

Ya para entonces me había dado cuenta de que buscar era mi signo, emblema de los que salen de noche sin propósito fijo, razón de los matadores de brújulas.

Se trasladan como una moviente constelación de una parte a otra, mientras yo quisiera verlos quietos, verlos a mis pies y quietos -un poco el sueño de todo dios, Andrée, el sueño nunca cumplido de los dioses-

animula vagula blandula.

Andábamos sin buscarnos, pero sabiendo que andábamos para encontrarnos

I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses.

Porque en esos dos idiomas las luciérnagas no sólo dan luz sino que vagan en la oscuridad como los cometas.

I've never written a movie, I'm not in the movie business. I go out to L.A. and I'm like everyone else wandering around in a daze hoping I see movie stars. I write the novels that the movies are based on, and that feels like enough of a job for me.

Getting lost is just another way of saying 'going exploring'.

North-ish." A pause, and then: "Is that Terra for I'm lost-ish?

It's precisely when you have lost your roots that everywhere you go matters hugely.