Quotes About Wandering

And where do all these highways go, now that we are free? Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?

Always explore a new town on an empty stomach. It sharpens the vision. Leave the main thoroughfare immediately. Spend your time dawdling or just sitting.

The ancestors had called Europeans "the orphan people" and had noted that as with orphans taken in by selfish or coldhearted clanspeople, few Europeans had remained whole. They failed to recognize the earth was their mother. Europeans were like their first parents, Adam and Eve, wandering aimlessly because the insane God who had sired them had abandoned them.

Teksas tepelerinin ve New Mexsico s?radaÄŸlar?n?n uçsuz bucaks?z olmalar?ndan kaynaklanan özlem: otoyollarda kayar gibi gidiÅŸ, Chrysler marka araban?n radyoteybinde çal?nan süper "hit" parçalar ve s?cak dalgas?.

travelling the world and the seven seas

where Perceval, searching for the Grail, is given a vision of it one day, and then, because he is unable to ask the crucial question, the Grail disappears. Perceval spends twenty years wandering in the woods, looking for the thing that he found, that was given to him, that seemed so easy, that was not.

He liked city walking. He didn't want to have to go to that place called countryside to take a walk. He wanted to stuff his hands in his pockets, set his internal compass vaguely east or south and wander till he was tired enough to get the bus home.

After all those years of roaming, they'd found home.

Many times, I'd spend the night walking the city streets: the Trevi fountain, in the dark, is so beautiful it moves you, but the Colosseum is my favourite place - you can breathe history there.

slept all night in the cedar grove, i was born to ramble, born to rove, some men are searchin' for the holy grail, but there ain't nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails

How many roads must a man walk down before he admits he is lost?

The world's asleep,' Moomintroll thought. 'It's only I who am awake and sleepless. It's only I who have to wander and wander, day after day and week upon week, until I too become a snowdrift that no one will even know about.

I don't belong here any more,' Moomintroll thought. 'Nor there. I don't even know what's waking and what's a dream.' And then in an instant he was asleep, and summer lilacs covered him in their friendly green shadow.

Det är en kväll för en sång, tänkte Snusmumriken. En ny visa som ska ha en del förväntan i sig och två delar vårmelankoli och resten bara hejdlös förtjusning över att få vandra och vara ensam och trivas med sig själv.

Det är underligt med vägar och floder, funderade Sniff, man ser dem gå förbi och får en hemsk lust att vara nån annanstans. Att följa med och se var de slutar ...

His thoughts glided along like the boat, without memories or dreams, they were like grey wandering waves that didn't even want to reach the horizon." (p.160)

I very nearly wished that I had been born a Hatti-fattener under the Hattifatteners' vague and drifting stars, and that no one expected anything else of me than that I also should be drifting along toward an unattainable horizon, never speaking to anyone and never mindful to anything.

It's funny about paths and rivers," he mused. "You see them go by, and suddenly you feel upset and want to be somewhere else--wherever the path or the river is going, perhaps.

We want so much, When perhaps we live best In the spaces between loves, That unconscious roving, The heart its own rough animal. Unfettered.

Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler, belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, over periods of years, from one part of the earth to another.

Short, narrow streets run far and wide / as if they were homesick.

If a train is large and comfortable you don't even need a destination; a corner seat is enough, and you can be one of those travelers who stay in motion, straddling the tracks, and never arrive or feel they ought to.

It doesn't matter, he said to his sheep. I know other girls in other places. But in his heart he knew that it did matter. And he knew that shepherds, like seamen and like traveling salesmen, always found a town where there was someone who could make them forget the joys of carefree wandering.

Wandering is never waste, dear boy,' he said. 'While you wander you will find much to wonder about, and wonder is the first step to creation.