Quotes About Wandering

Wandering through many countries and over many seas, I come, my brother, to these sorrowful obsequies, to present you with the last guerdon of death, and speak, though in vain, to your silent ashes.

the rest of my days I spendwandering, wonderingwhat, anyway,was that sticky infusion, that rank flavor of blood, that poetry by which I lived?

The first step ... shall be to lose the way.

You are much too tolerant of mind wandering, and are passively condoning your mind's miscreations.

All my life, I'd been hurrying to get somewhere, without the slightest idea where that was.

Man's real home is not a house, but the Road, and that life itself is a journey to be walked on foot.

The real home of man is not his house but the road. Life itself is a travel that has to be done by foot.

My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.

the man that wandereth out of the way of understanding shall remain (i.e. even while living) in the congregation of the dead.

Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region

Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?

A man who has suffered much and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.

from Crete he made his way, racked by hardship, tumbling on like a rolling stone until he turned up here.

One does not simply ring Roland. Oh boy. I supposed I would get a lecture on the dangers of wandering into Mordor next.

I have a terrible wanderthirst; the very sight of a map makes me want to put on my hat and take an umbrella and start. I shall see before I die the palms and temples of the South.

Then we're all restless, Withal, because at the very heart, none of us know where we came from. Or where we're going.

peregrination has been anything but peaceful.

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

Sorry... my mind was wandering... one time it went all the way to Venus and ordered a meal I couldn't pay for.

I was trying to daydream but my mind kept wandering.

There's a long, long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams.

Ays is my lost soul, he though, my lost soul wandering.

I have loved a thousand times, taken lives, spread dissension, dripped poison into eager ears. I have caused wars, and stopped them. I have created religions, and turned them into jihads. Just the ordinary life of a wandering Grigori, you see?

As trainees, I and my peers were taught not only how to enter the soulscape and wander it at will, but also to manipulate the information and symbolism we might find there.