Quotes About Wandering

few odd souls wandered about Surf Avenue looking for something to do. Sheets of newspaper blew like tumbleweed down broad, empty streets. Overhead, a pair of sea gulls hovered, scanning the ground for discarded scraps. All along the avenue, cotton candy stands, fun houses, and games of chance were tightly shuttered, like clowns without makeup. Nathan

And in my boyhood, I have wandered oft a week of days in that Country of Silence, and had my food with me, and slept quietly amid the memories; and gone on again, wrapped about with the quiet of the Everlasting.

But after awhile you stand up, wipe the frost out of your ear, go someplace to get warm, bum a nickel for coffee, and then start walkin' toward somewheres else that ain't near no bridge.

All those train songs, all that running... Merle never ends up anywhere any better. But he does get gone.

I was once again doing something I didn't want to do, and once again I didn't know why. I was leaving the beach to drive back "home" where it was cold and wet. While the mountainous city of Asheville was certainly a beautiful place, I felt better near the ocean. I'm not saying the ocean is better than mountains, fields, cities, rivers, or anywhere else; the ocean was simply my preference.

Tu Fu's wandering through the thousands of miles of ancestor peaks was always the Tao/Cosmos open to itself- ancestor wandering itself and gazing into itself; thinking itself and feeling itself, lamenting itself, and celebrating itself, writing poems about itself.

I bear a burden that might well try Men that do all by rule, And what can I That am a wandering-witted fool But pray to God that He ease My great responsibilities?

I DO not count the hours I spend In wandering by the sea; The forest is my loyal friend, Like God it useth me.

Desert, in generally, is a very good place to find yourself. Or lose yourself.

Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.

Traveling is one of my great passions and something I do a lot of.

When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.

Where are we really going? Always home.

If you get far enough away you'll be on your way back home.

In the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.

I think, as an actor, you're always traveling. There's a sense of dislocation sometimes from home.

There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.

I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.

Economic distress, political pressure, and social obloquy already drive us from our homes and from our graves. The Jews are already constantly shifting from place to place.

Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!

Some people are born very far from home.

Weary or bitter of bewildered as we may be, God is faithful. He lets us wander so we will know what it means to come home.

He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.

We are pilgrims, not settlers; this earth is our inn, not our home.