Quotes About Wandering

Sus ojos eran la entrada del templo, para mí, que soy errante, que amo y muero. Y hubiese cantado hasta hacerme una con la noche, hasta deshacerme desnudarte en la entrada del templo.

Coro Nadie llega a ninguna parte, las ciudades huyen y se esconden. Ejércitos de caminantes señalan falsos rumbos. Hemos nacido para no llegar

I feel like a periwinkle Left too high on the beach By the tide ... What flood was it That brought me here? Eleanor Morris, "Easter Sunday

Tourists went on holidays while travellers did something else. They travelled.

At the end of 'God of War III,' after laying waste to Olympus, Kratos leaves and, for me, goes on this really long wandering pilgrimage.

I like to run in a new place to help me find my way around.

I've been on more planes than I can count.

I was one of those people who just flitted about in life. I had no plans and no sense of direction.

It is maintained by some that travel has no educational value, that a person with sensibility can gain as rich an experience of life by staying right where he is as by wandering around the world, and that a person with no sensibility may as well remain at home anyway. To me this is nonsense, for if one is a bore, I maintain that it is better to be a bore about Peshawar than Upper Tooting.

With all those places to live? How come nobody's anywhere?

My name is Carter Kane. I'm fourteen and my home is a suitcase.

Charlie … Silena's eyes were a million miles away. See Charlie.

Sometimes I feel this summer as if I were walking through the green meadow again, idly, aimlessly, unthinking and unguided.

They were always on the move.But in truth said bull we are all going nowhere

away from the car.

She had tricked him. She had made him leave his old self behind and come into her world, and then before he was really at home in it too late to go back, she had left him stranded there - like an astronaut wandering about on the moon. Alone.

Before the war few pastimes afforded me greater pleasure than wandering through the city, ending up somewhere strange. But now, having been twice officially lost—lost as in waylaid, misplaced, unreachable, doomed, lost as in the Lost Battalion—I find the appeal is itself somewhat lost to me.

It's wrong that a man can't get to see around his own country. Take my advice, get out of the house for a few days.

America is not a country that wanders around trusting people with power. This is a country that wants accountability.

O mistress mine! where are you roaming?

That is my home of love: if I have rang'd,Like him that travels, I return again.

William Shakespeare

All this occupied his thoughts when he revisited the places of his war. Tramping over soil fed by the blood of men he had led and whose faces now stirred in his memory, it was his wife's response that came - as if in compensation for too little said before - when he wondered why his wandering had led him back to these old battlefields: in his sixty-ninth year he was establishing his survivor's status.

...where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die...