Quotes About Wandering

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?

When through the old oak forest I am gone, Let me not wander in a barren dream.

In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 70

A bite from the Brazilian wandering spider results in an erection that lasts for several hours.

They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

It is pleasant to have been to a place the way a river went.

All those years of pain and wandering. Why? For a moment's pride. He would rather be cursed by the gods than be No one.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

We reason, that is, our mind wanders, each time our courage fails to force us to pursue an intuition through all the successive stages which end in its fixation, in the expression of its own reality.

Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand with wand'ring steps and slow, through Eden took their solitary way.

Some natural tears they dropt, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and providence their guide; They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

falls, the jumble of trees stretched the two hours into three.

I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found, nor much identification from shapes which symbolize continents and states.

Such men are rare now, but in the nineties there were many of them, wandering men, lonely men, who wanted it that way. Some of them ran from responsibilities and some felt driven out of society by injustice. They worked a little, but not for long. They stole a little, but only food and occasionally needed garments from a wash line. They were all kinds of men–literate men and ignorant men, clean men and dirty men–but all of them had restlessness in common.

Ever'body's askin' that. 'What we comin' to?' Seems to me we don't never come to nothin'. Always on the way.

And Cain went out from the presence of the Lord and dwelt in the land of Nod on the east of Eden.

Killingsworth MA, Gilbert DT. A wandering mind is an unhappy mind. Science. 2010;330:932. § Harvard Business Review. Jan-Feb 2012:88.

I was a fantastic student until ten, and then my mind began to wander.

I fear nomads. I am afraid of them and afraid for them too.

Sometimes I make up my mind, other times my mind wanders, and every so often I lose track of it entirely.