Quotes About Wandering

We wandered around, carrying our bundles of rags in the narrow romantic streets. Everybody looked like a broken-down movie extra, a withered starlet; disenchanted stunt-men, midget auto-racers, poignant California characters with their end-of-the-continent sadness, handsome, decadent, Casanova-ish men, puffy-eyed motel blondes, hustlers, pimps, whores, masseurs, bellhops—a lemon lot, and how's a man going to make a living with a gang like that?

gaan jullie ergens naartoe jongens of zijn jullie maar wat onderweg?

Although Gene was white there was something of the wise and tired old Negro in him, and something very much like Elmer Hassel, the New York dope addict, in him, but a railroad Hassel, a traveling epic Hassel, crossing and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in the summer, 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, keep rolling under the stars, generally the Western stars.

He would have had to roam the entire United States and look in every garbage pail from coast to coast before he found me embryonically convoluted among the rubbishes of my life, his life, and the life of everybody concerned and not concerned.

The Romantic poets were the prototype ramblers, and I've often found myself following in their footsteps - although perhaps not all of their footsteps since a typical walk for Samuel T. Coleridge might last two days and cover 145km.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Wherever he went he would be a stranger, for there was no home in the world for such as he.

Israel's wandering in the wilderness wasn't just because [God] was angry with them. His continuous moving with them in the wilderness was because He wanted time to get out of them what their years of being slaves had put in them. And the best way to show anyone who you really are is to constantly be in their presence.

Aku lari bagai musang lari dalam bayang-bayang rimba, gila dengan wanginya sendiri. Malamnya malam pertengahan Mei dan anginnya angin selatan. Aku kehilangan jala dan aku pun mengelana. Aku mencari apa yang tak bisa kudapat, aku mendapat apa yang tak kucari.

The hunter that travels out into the woods is lost to the world, yet finds himself.

The astronomer will believe that the most erratic comet will yet accomplish its journey and revisit our sphere; but we give up those for lost who have not wandered one-half the distance from the centre of light and life.

If men must beg to live, May the Creator also go wandering and perish.

Even though we didn't say anything, we were in dialog: a peregrin dialog, meaning two equals wandering around trying to work something out, as opposed to a suvinian dialog where a fid is being taught by a mentor, or a Periklynian dialog, which is combat.

Growing up, I never really felt like anything was my own. I moved a lot, and I never belonged anywhere.

I liked roaming around by myself.

He left and I wished I could go somewhere and start all over, which is how I've felt all my life. As soon as I get somewhere, I'm ready to leave.

When I couldn't see the land out there, I forgot I wasn't at home. Sometimes I wished it was always night.

The Torpedo Ink club members were lost, wandering through a world they didn't fit into. They needed direction.

Adrift upon the sea of time, the lonely god wanders from shore to distant shore, upholding the laws of the stars above.

The slide changed to a picture of Kattan walking down a narrow cobblestone street, head down

Mind wandering is a gift; by it, the Lord shows us the treasures of our hearts. Our call is to bring this to the Lord, who meets us in the truth of ourselves as ones who need grace and mercy in these very places.

There are maps in me but I am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.

Then I lost him for a brief period of time, and by the time I caught up with him, he had wandered into Hyde Park, waded into the Serpetine, spread his arms wide, and was shouting, 'Ducks, embrace me as your king!

I've been wandering around all night—I couldn't sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.