Quotes About Wandering

I do not think I really have anything to say about poetry other than remarking that it is a wandering little drift of unidentified sound, and trying to say more reminds me of following the sound of a thrush into the woods on a summer's eve - if you persist in following the thrush it will only recede deeper and deeper into the woods; you will never actually see the thrush (the hermit thrush is especially shy), but I suppose listening is a kind of knowledge, or as close as one can come." (viii)

Navigation, you see, is not just a problem for sailors. Everyone must go adventuring sooner or later, yet finding one's way home is not easy. Just like the North Star and all its whirling, starry brethren, a person's idea of where 'home' is remains in perpetual motion, one's whole life long. Home was more than a house, even if the house was very grand.

Travelling, sick My dreams roam On a withered moor.

On a journey, ill,And over fields all withered, dreamsGo wandering still.

The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. —Bash?: Oku-no-hosomichi

Falling ill on a journey, my dreams wander the withered fields

There are also times when we feel like taking to the road ourselves, seizing the raincoat lying nearby, or times when we feel like sitting down till our legs take root, enjoying the scene we picture before our eyes. (Written by Soryu as a postscript)

Sick while traveling dream of a withered field wandering around

Sick on a journey - over parched fields dreams wander on.

seemed the more lives she lived, the harder it was to feel at home anywhere.

Even in his books, where he's allegedly trying to string multiple thoughts together, Trump wanders randomly from impulse to impulse, seemingly without rhyme or reason. He doesn't think anything through. (He's brilliantly cast this driving-blind trait as "not being politically correct.") It

Observe, he calls it his sheep, though a stray, a wandering sheep. He has a right to it (all souls are mine), and he will claim his own, and recover his right; therefore he looks after it himself: I have found it; he did not send a servant, but his own Son, the great and good Shepherd, who will find what he seeks, and will be found of those that seek him not.

Treasures have perished that were numbered among the noblest and dearest possessions of mankind; monuments have disappeared which nothing can replace; and the half of a nation, among all nations the most attached to its old simple habits, its humble homes, is at present wandering along the roads of Europe. Thousands of innocent people have been massacred; and of those who remain nearly all are doomed to poverty and hunger.

Also the moon and I have this in common: we both are wanderers across the night.

Oti?i ?u jednom. Kuda? Ma kuda. Kada? Nikada. ?im ?avo preciznosti došapne vrlo odre?ena pitanja, maštanje nestaje. Ostaje tuga. Ostaje život oko nas.

Nepovratno se ose?am kao besku?nik. Nije to sasvim loše, nemam obaveza ni ograni?enja, samo je pomalo prazno. Svejedno mi je kuda ?u po?i kada završim posao. Uvijek sam želio tu potpunu slobodu, a nikud ne polazim, nijednu mogu?nost ne iskoriš?ujem, niti zapravo znam kakve su. Hodamo bez cilja, tražimo se, a kad se na?emo, govorimo o ratu.

A po?etka više nema, niti je važan, niti znamo kad bude, poslije ga odre?ujemo, kad smo u virovima, kad sve samo nastavlja, i onda mislimo da je sve moglo biti nekako druga?ije, a nije, i name?emo se prolje?u, da ne mislimo na nepostoje?i po?etak, ni na ružno nastavljanje. Uzalud hodam sokacima, trošim vrijeme što se ne da potrošiti.

I to neprestano kruženje, sa jednom ta?kom na zemlji koja odre?uje smisao tom kretanju, koja ga ?ini odlaženjem i vra?anjem a ne lutanjem, zna?ilo je za njega stvarnu ili zamišljenu slobodu, što je svejedno, na kraju krajeva. - Bez te ta?ke, za koju si vezan, ne bi volio ni drugi svijet, ne bi imao kud da odeš, jer ne bi bio nigdje.

Walk aimlessly in the streets; this is a good meditation! Walk aimlessly in the forests; this is a good meditation!

Because I miss it like you'd never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

Fechou os olhos e andou assim, sobrancelhado, noite adentro. Andou, andou, atravessando a imensa noitidão.

As mulheres são muito extensas, a gente viaja-lhes, a gente sempre se perde.

Unless we can trace our lineage to the original humans and find that we live where they lived, we are all international migrants. Furthermore we are all wanderers. We symbolically carry our homes on our backs, like turtles, snails, and crustaceans -- for the meaning and associations of home are always with us and affect our orientation in space and time, and how we negotiate our way through the world.

Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life