#wander

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #wander




This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was beautiful. Even the dirty little pads of her feet were beautiful. I cursed myself then. For once, heaven had sent me Beauty in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down. How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?


Roman Payne


#barcelona #beauty #beauty-is-truth #feminity #girls

I've come to realize that sometimes, what you love most is what you have to fight the hardest to keep.


Kirsten Hubbard


#kirsten-hubbard #love #travel #wanderlove #inspirational

The fool wanders, a wise man travels.


Thomas Fuller


#man #travels #wanders #wise #wise man

You're better off betting on a horse than betting on a man. A horse may not be able to hold you tight, but he doesn't wanna wander from the stable at night.


Betty Grable


#better #better off #betting #hold #horse

We are so much the victims of abstraction that with the Earth in flames we can barely rouse ourselves to wander across the room and look at the thermostat.


Terence McKenna


#across #barely #earth #flames #look

To belong nowhere is a blessing and a curse, like any kind of freedom.


Leah Stewart


#freedom #wanderlust #freedom

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.


Roman Payne


#cold #coldness #december #february #forest

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.


Vladimir Nabokov


#desire #life #nostalgia #seasons #spring

Losing myself is so second nature to me by now that I'm always surprised when it's noticed by others.


Amy Wilensky


#life #lost #wander #life

[Y]ou were too alert to the figurative possibilities of words not to see the phrase [angle of repose] as descriptive of human as well as detrital rest. As you said, it was too good for mere dirt; you tried to apply it to your own wandering and uneasy life ... I wonder if you ever reached it.


Wallace Stegner


#peace #rest #uneasiness #wandering #life