Quotes About Wandering

If it wasn't for the roaming bands of dead, it might not be such a bad place.

Unless the word of God enlighten men's path, the whole of their life is enveloped in darkness and obscurity, so that they cannot do anything else than miserably wander from the right way.

About my faith I wrote: I have gone beyond the temple and the mosque, I have made my heart my sanctuary; On this thorn-strewn path end All my wandering and my journey.

Thoughts roamed like lost dogs through

I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

Anywhere I roam, where I lay my head is home.

So we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as bright.

Arya never seemed to find the places she set out to reach.

There are many technical workers who enjoy wandering so much that, like Alice in Wonderland, they don't much care where they go, so long as they get somewhere.

My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.

Kud sam ja sve lutao? Kud su padale moje teznje, koliko posrtao, koliko bludio u mislima i grijesio u zivotu! - Kako da vam kazem kad to i rodjeno moje sjecanje zaboravlja! Oholost me je nosila kao vjetar. Oganj kojim mi je sagarala dusa nije me izjedao nego mi je davao snagu i zamah. Na borbe svijeta ja sam gledao kao sto se s vedra visa gleda na magle koje se nadvijaju po dolinama. Bio sam nijemi, oholi gost zivota.

propped up a little as her eyes adjusted. She hardly ever got to watch Roarke sleep. Most of the time he rose before she did. And sleep for her tended to be wandering in lucid, often disturbing dreams

With stumbling feet, he blindly walked somewhere, anywhere. When he got to the king's study, he looked over his shoulder and checked the carpet over which he'd trodden. No trail of his blood. Which, considering the way his chest was hurting, was a surprise. Sure as shit felt like he'd been shot in the heart.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures ...

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).

a traveling epic Hunkey, crossing and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in the summer and only because he has no place he can stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, and keep rolling under the stars

There is nowhere to go but everywhere.

Home in Missoula, Home in Truckee, Home in Opelousas, Ain't no home for me. Home in old Medora, Home in Wounded Knee, Home in Ogallala, Home I'll never be

Try the meditation of the trail, just walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don't look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by.

and only because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere

he walked the French roads at night devising curses out of his innocent stock of words. He

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars...