Quotes About Wandering

Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.

There's some end at last for the man who follows a path; mere rambling is interminable.

Of travel I've had my share, man, I've been everywhere.

I've always traveled, man, so I'm always out and everywhere.

What holy cities are to nomadic tribes — a symbol of race and a bond of union — great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.

The road goes ever on and on

Troubadours travelled from town to town. They didn't really sing too good, which is the main reason they kept going.

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.

The land is always there...it is you who has to return

My home is my heart. I am wandering through the way of love.

The greatest joy in traveling is seeing where you end up.

the rest of my days I spend wandering: wondering what, anyway, was that sticky infusion, that rank flavor of blood, that poetry, by which I lived?

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.

Your Eyes Travel a Thousand Miles, But your mind will travel even more

A vacant mind invites dangerous inmates as a deserted mansion tempts wandering outcasts to enter and take up their abode in its desolate apartments.

How sweet I roam'd from field to field,And tasted all the summer's pride,Till I the prince of love beheld,Who in the sunny beams did glide!

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. - The Song of Wandering Aengus

Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

Songs about death and lost love and rambling down the line because sometimes down the line was the only place left.

Even when he'd arrived he'd had restless eyes, eyes that were always looking about as if he might notice some place he'd rather be and head out for it immediately.

Dost thou not betray some of this spiritual pride working in thee? O, if thou couldst pray without wandering, walk without limping, believe without wavering, then thou couldst rejoice and walk cheerfully. It seems, soul, thou stayest to bring the ground of thy comfort with thee, and not to receive it purely from Christ. O how much better were it if thou wouldst say

Give me the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner—and then to thinking! It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heaths.