Quotes About Wandering

The mind wanders when it's never totally satisfied.

You weren't lost. You were exploring. There's a difference.

That if our legacy is not entitlement, it must be hope. Because if it's not, then we become the shiftless, the wandering, the conquered. We become what they think we are. —

the other he keeps away from church. People get out of his way when he appears once in a twelve-month down here among us. We all fear him and he is really just like a heathen or an old Indian, with those thick grey eyebrows and that huge uncanny beard. When he wanders along the road with his twisted stick we are

But let none, he added, pray to have the full music; for it will make him who hears it a footsore traveller in

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man?

In my dreams of this city I am always lost.

The desert takes our dreams away from us, and they don't always return.

I've always been kind of lost.

When people ask me where I live, I say I live mainly on the road.

The farther afield you go, the more you are going home ... as if the gods put us down with a certain arbitrary glee in the wrong place and what we seek is who we had really ought to be.

I don't know where Henry was. Probably looking at the moon and reciting some poem from the T'ang Dynasty.

Walking in the dark streets of Seoul under the almost full moon. Lost for the last two hours. Finishing a loaf of bread and worried about the curfew. I have not spoken for three days and I am thinking, "Why not just settle for love? Why not just settle for love instead?

In its lifetime, an albatross is believed to fly around fifteen million miles.

If a baby stork is not happy with the way it is being reared, it sometimes abandons its parents and wanders into another nearby nest to be fed by a new family! Mosquitos prefer to bite children rather than adults

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...

I only know the stony plain, wandering, and the gradual loss of hope. I am the sterile offspring of a race about which I know nothing, not even whether it has become extinct. Perhaps, somewhere humanity is flourishing under the stars, unaware that a daughter of its blood is ending her days in silence. There is nothing we can do about it.

Ed è proprio questa la sensazione che prevale: di poter continuare a camminare all'infinito senza giungere da nessuna parte, oppure in luoghi mai nemmeno immaginati, nascosti. La meraviglia ti aspetta dietro ogni angolo, in fondo a ogni vicolo

When we allow ourselves greater freedom in space and place than has come to be the norm, we create our own pathways of meaning and knowledge upon the land where we dwell. Wandering freely, we garner landmarks, presences, ecological awareness, a sense of kithship. Our brains and our hearts alike gather this knowledge as we become intimate with the paths that speak to us most strongly. Our footsteps in the outer world create an inner, wilder cartography that whispers, This way, this way…

We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.

Above us, the constellations spun, and the moon paved her weary course.

When it comes to happiness, our soul is like a colander, a tire with a nail in it, our grandfather's memory. It feels like there is a homeless person inside of us, wandering around pushing a shopping cart.

Intellectually, he is like interstellar space - a vast vacuum occasionally crossed by homeless, wandering clichés.

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.