Wander Quotes - Page 3

I have a fear of letting my mind wander. I'm afraid it might not come back.

We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.

I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death

For where else, if not in the home, can we let our imagination wander?

I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

There is only one search: wandering... no dogma and no heresy.

I´m not a wandering slave, I am a woman of choice

The mind can wander while still focusing on one task.

My days are gone a-wandering.

The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever.

I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog.

Vast is the power of cities to reclaim the wanderer.

While you are meditating, if your mind wanders, gently bring it back to the present moment.

Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure, don't look outside. Look within, and seek That.

A good wanderer leaves no trace.

From time to time, it is worth wandering around the fuzzy border regions of what you do, if only to remind yourself that no human activity is an island.

Instability of temper ought to be checked when it disposes men to wander from one scheme to another: since such a fickleness cannot but be attended with fatal consequences.

It's in our genes, we were built to wander.

I love walking along Leiths waterfront and wandering around some of New Towns beautiful streets and squares, with their gorgeous Georgian architecture.

I never became primarily a musician! I've always been a wanderer and I'm always bored.

Well, I sing by night, wander by day. I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay.

Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.

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

Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within...By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.