Quotes About Wandering

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page.

We're a long, long way from home. Home's a long, long way from us.

If we really think that home is elsewhere and that this life is a 'wandering to find home,'' why should we not look forward to the arrival?

Forgive me for not being there, my mind has found a place called else where.

I might go alone as far as the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs: never did I find there the girl whom I should inevitably have met, had I been with my grandfather, and so unable to engage her in conversation.

Cooper spun on his heel and walked away. He walked without direction or purpose, without thought or plan. His companions were Frustration and Rage, and together the three of them stalked Manhattan.

Here every bird and fish knew its course. Every tree had its own place upon this earth. Only man had lost his way.

I still think of myself as a broken place, a drifting isle with no home. —Quebrado

Here was the freedom I desired, long sought-for, not yet known Freedom to write, to walk, to wander, freedom to climb hills, to pull a boat, to be alone.

I want to be a free rover on the breezy common of the universe.

I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.

I couldn't let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million lonely aisles.

En nadat sy 'n ruk lank rigtingloos van die een verdieping na die ander gedwaal het, besluit sy sy hou nogal van hierdie atmosfeer van vervloë elegansie wat begin uitrafel. So 'n vae suggestie van seediness wat vir haar aanlokliker as 'n karakterlose kettinghotel is.

Wanderlust is incurable.

When you walk, cherish the silence. Let your mind wander. The child within picks up crayons & begins to write.

Thick mist swirled up from the river. Someone, Who claimed to have known me years before, Approached, saying there were many poets Wandering around who wished to be alive again. They were ready to say the words they had been unable to say— Words whose absence had been the silence of love, Of pain, and even of pleasure. —Mark Strand, from "XLV," Dark Harbor: A Poem (Alfred A. Knopf, 1994)

I let my mind wander and it didn't come back.

Are you . . . lost?" "Not really, " she told him. "We just don't know where we're going.

I like the digressive kind of traveling, where there's not a particular, set, goal.

If Pleasant Carter was jealous of his dashing younger brother with his automobile and his pockets full of crisp dollar bills, he never expressed it. But what he saw happening all around him made it harder and harder for him to see himself as a lifelong dirt farmer. A.P.'s wandering gene was always getting the better of him.

The new songs leaned heavily on mother and home (and the leaving of same), lonely wandering in the cruel, cruel world, and dying wishes. The songs also owed much to the first great American tragedy, the Civil War.

The gaja might despise the Romany, but no Rom ever forgot his dead. For him, roaming over the earth were not only the half million Gypsies who drew breath but also the countless Gypsies who had gone before, restless spirits still wandering through cities and deserts, still real.

The Wandering Jew in me seeks forgetfulness.

¦-no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell the selfsame streets I'd roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity,