Quotes About Nomad

When no possessions keep us, when no countries contain us, and no time detains us, man becomes a heroic wanderer, and woman, a wanderess.

Un buhonero que cruzaba aquellas tierras errante, fue en Dauria acusado, preso y muerto en garrote infame.

I'm a bit of a nomad anyway, so I find it quite easy to settle in places very quickly.

I'm a nomad. A Jewish road warrior. I do not have a concept of home. I wish I did. But I live with the idea that we have to get out of town before dawn.

I have been a nomad for most of my thirties, even creatively.

I am a traveler. I am a nomad. I rarely sleep in the same bed more than three or four nights. And I know hotel life better than anyone.

The truth is that it is natural, as well as necessary, for every man to be a vagabond occasionally.

Got it in one. Air force brat. I'm from everywhere and nowhere.

I am a gypsy. I havent' had a home for a long time. Call me a homeless person - I just throw everything in a bag and I'm good to go.

En realidad, no tenía un lugar al que volver.

imagina que no es un vagabundo como todos los otros, debido a que tiene casa, un hogar estable, donde, eso sí, también vagabundea.

Modern man is a hard driven nomad without any stability, not (as the Bible has it) a wanderer or a pilgrim, but a refugee-an escapist. Instead of meditation and reflection there is only speed, fear and "distraction.

I'm a nomad. I have a place in New York in the Flatiron District, and I have a place in Paris in Ile Saint-Louis, and I spend a lot of time in Congo.

I'm an adaptable nomad. I love Paris, I've been living in Los Angeles and New York since 1990. I love London, too. My roots are inside of me.

When I travel, I feel more like a nomad than a tourist.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

Home is where the backpack is

A wandering minstrel came

It was great growing up a nomad. To this day I still love hiking and back packing.

If you call a gypsy a vagabond, I think you do him wrong, For he never goes a-travelling but he takes his home along. And the only reason a road is good, as every wanderer knows, Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which it goes.

Do you think we'll ever really belong anywhere?" "I suppose not," said Papa. "Not the way people belong who have lived in one place all their lives. But we'll belong a little in lots of places, and I think that may be just as good.

I tramped. When I was on the freight trains, I wasn't looking for work. I was looking to go from place to place without paying any money.

el beduino poligloto, el intérprete transhumante.

Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.