Quotes About Wandering

As a result, he is hardly ever happy in the place where he is, something in him is already moving forward to the next place, and yet he is never going towards something, always away, away

silently awaiting news from her tracer. It was taking longer than expected. Her mind had been wandering—missing David and willing Greg Hale to go home. Although Hale hadn't budged, thankfully he'd

Viver no mundo sem tomar consciência do significado do mundo é como vagar por uma imensa biblioteca sem tocar os livros.

A tr?i în lume f?r? a deveni conÈ™tient de sensul ei este ca È™i când ai r?t?ci într-o mare bibliotec? f?r? a atinge nicio carte.

To live in the world without becoming aware of the meaning of the world is like wandering about in a great library without touching the books. The Secret Teachings of All Ages

He asked me what reasons, more than a mere wandering inclination, I had for leaving father's house and my native country, where I might be well introduced, and had a prospect of raising my fortune by application and industry, with a life of ease and pleasure. 

This is one of the reasons why I believed then, and do believe still, that the shutting up houses thus by force, and restraining, or rather imprisoning, people in their own houses, as I said above, was of little or no service in the whole. Nay, I am of opinion it was rather hurtful, having forced those desperate people to wander abroad with the plague upon them, who would otherwise have died quietly in their beds.

El estado de ánimo de las personas cuando su mente divaga tiende, hablando en términos generales, hacia lo displacentero, hasta el punto de que pensamientos con un contenido aparentemente neutro se ven ensombrecidos por una carga emocional negativa. Pareciera como si la mente errante fuese, en parte o casi totalmente, una de las causas de la infelicidad.

I was wandering around like a lost soul, and then I saw that I was lost.

"I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail."

A person does not grow from the ground like a vine or a tree, one is not part of a plot of land. Mankind has legs so it can wander.

Today I often said 'forest' to myself. Truth itself wanders through the forests.

His pains he soon forgot: Lured by her beauty outside of himself in shadowy grief. Two Wills they had; Two Intellects: & not as in times of old. Silent they wanderd hand in hand like two Infants wandring From Enion in the desarts, terrified at each others beauty Envying each other yet desiring, in all devouring Love

I think she was just travelling. I don't think she had any idea of finding whoever it was she was following.

Sometimes I dreamed that I was walking the wilderness with its swaying grasses, its leaping, golden beasts, the earth-mother the way she'd been before people bent her to their desires.

I don't mind not knowing exactly where I am—sometimes I enjoy it. There's a sense of freedom in not being able to predict what lies over the next ridge, where the next lake is, and where the next valley leads. I enjoy the release of wandering through what is, from my perspective, uncharted territory. I never intend to lose myself, but when it happens I view it as an opportunity rather than a problem.

Living without anchors had its consequences. It was dangerously easy to drift.

We are all of us lost. The best we can do is make whatever we're lost in as much like home as we can.

So your question, are we happy here? I say how can we be happy when we are mere wanderers without a home?

The end we know not; but we wander on, down the regretful wilderness of time.

Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.

Rumor is a vagrant without a home, and lives upon what it can pick up.

Life is big business, fornication, and death. Civilisation is ... the sterilising of truth ... Civilisation is world-citizenship and freedom from tradition, based on rootless eternal wandering in the mind that had nothing to lose and everything to gain including the whole world.

mitä minä kertoisin sinulla vaelluksesta kun tällä tyhjällä taivaalla poismenneiden kesän lintujen teräväpiirteiset haamut vielä etsivät vanhoja jälkiä; tai epätoivoisista lennoista kun vaimeinkin kirjavan siiven havina nostattaa riemun suosikkikaduillemme kuvitteellisessa keväässä