Quotes About Wandering

Othman prowled the lanes of Little Moor, dragging his intentions behind him like smoke.

In my opinion it is essential to get lost in a new city, that way you are forced to walk about and discover places at a proper, natural pace. But you must have the taxi fare home, and it helps if you can remember the name of your hotel.

Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

Whenever I get fed up with life I love to go wandering in nature.

I love walking along Leith's waterfront and wandering around some of New Town's beautiful streets and squares, with their gorgeous Georgian architecture.

Generally, I love traveling because it's great to see new places.

... i didn't fall in love of courseit's never up to youbut she was walking back and forthand i was passing through

I try to forget you more often than not but somehow my mind wanders to places my heart feels are oh so very true.

His cheeks were all pinked up. Travel agreed with him, and she might have known: people like Quinn, always running from themselves, loved the road.

Bir amaca baÄŸlanmayan ruh yolunu kaybeder. Çünkü her yerde olmak, hiçbir yerde olmamakt?r.

Remember the unmoored boat floats about.

I who never knew what it was the broom tree meant now wonder to find the road to Sonohara led me so far from my way.

The Staryk didn't know anything of keeping records: I suppose it was only to be expected from people who didn't take on debts and were used to entire chambers wandering off and having to be called back like cats.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

I left the apartment without even bothering to close the door behind me. Once outside, I faced a world of buildings and faces that seemed strange and distant. I started to walk aimlessly, oblivious to the cold and the rain-filled wind that was starting to lash the town with the breath of a curse.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if i didn't stop, if I kept on walking, i wouldn't notice that the world I knew was no longer there.

Few are the occasions when life allows us to stroll through our dreams, caressing a lost memory with our hands.

He wondered exactly how lost a person could get. Lost at sea, lost in the woods. Fatally lost.

Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes its easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.

We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.

it's perhaps more laudable simply to keep heading out into the world than always tilting to leave one's mark on it.

The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect, and I the lamb wandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck.

A vagrant thought crossed my mind.

I have a horrible sense of direction. I could get lost a mile away from my house.