Quotes About Roaming

Isaac liked the idea of an inter-aspectual entity so enamored with knowledge that it just roamed from realm to realm in a bath, murmuring with interest at everything it came across.

Isaac liked the idea of an inter-aspectual entity so enamoured with knowledge that it just roamed from realm to realm in a bath, murmuring with interest at everything it came across.

There was a great complexity to my father. He was a devoted family man. But, in the same breath, he simply was not suited to an anchored life. He should have been somebody who had a backpack, an old map, a bit of change in his pocket and that was it - roaming the world.

and I abroad, and there I searched

He liked city walking. He didn't want to have to go to that place called countryside to take a walk. He wanted to stuff his hands in his pockets, set his internal compass vaguely east or south and wander till he was tired enough to get the bus home.

she loved exploring every nook and cranny

After all those years of roaming, they'd found home.

the earth is not my home, I'm just passing by

There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind--wrapped tight like skin. Then there is the loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive. On its own. A dry and spreading thing that makes the sound of one's own feet going seem to come from a far-off place.

Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler, belonging no more to one place than to the next, moves slowly, over periods of years, from one part of the earth to another.

Mokhtar and his friends would be working a hustle when one of them would look up. Isn't that your pops, Mokhtar? His father circled his childhood as he circled the city—a kind of sixty-foot roaming conscience.

You can use my phone, if you'll pay the roaming charges," I said. "I need a land line," he said "A pay phone." "You're out of touch with the times," I said. "A pay phone might be a little hard to find. Nobody uses them anymore.

I lived in Paris for two years with my family. I would roam the streets of Paris during the day for a few hours in the subway, on the streets, and I listened to the French language, and I got a sense of the rhythm and the melody of the language.

Not all those who wonder are lost.

Accepted nowhere, belonging nowhere, The Human Ant is forced to roam the world, half-ant, half-cow.

I don't really live anywhere.

Romany Gypsies—the Rom, they call themselves—are a nomadic people. They dislike staying under one roof too long. It makes them feel imprisoned

He nodded. "Someone really would get suspicious if they saw you roaming around. If I need you I'll give you a signal." "What signal?" "I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl," he said with a waggle of his eyebrows. He headed out the door. "Back in a minute.

believed them to be aggressors. He would also roam the castle at night, howling like a wolf, and often hid in corners due to his belief that he was made entirely out of glass and

Travel not for the destination, but for the joy of the journey.

For a spirit that roamed restlessly, entering into every jot of the teeming life around him, stillness must have held a deep allure. If you are everything and everywhere, how restful it must seem to be no one and no where.

Wanderlust is incurable.

The world would probably be better if people were put in carriers and cats roamed free.

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