#wandering

Paris is a place where, for me, just walking down a street that I've never been down before is like going to a movie or something. Just wandering the city is entertainment. ↗

— Wes Anderson

#before #city #down #entertainment #going

By experience we find out a short way by a long wandering. ↗

— Roger Ascham

#find #long #out #short #wandering

My mind started wandering. I started playing carefully, instead of playing the way that had gotten me to that point. I had to force myself to keep driving the ball. ↗

— Tracy Austin

#carefully #driving #force #gotten #had

I was a complete tomboy. I loved wandering out in storms or walking on the beaches in the dark. It was a very free upbringing, and I'm grateful to my parents for that. ↗

— Amanda Burton

#complete #dark #free #grateful #i

What ever our wandering our happiness will always be found within a narrow compass, and in the middle of the objects more immediately within our reach. ↗

— Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

#compass #ever #found #happiness #immediately

I like to think of myself at home in the armchair, writing, smoking and occasionally wandering down the shop. ↗

— Stephen Fry

#down #home #i #like #myself

I'd say the best is when I was in Africa, I saw a hippo in a house. Someone had a pet hippo. And they're meant to be one of the most dangerous animals on the planet, and they had one that was sort of just wandering in and out of their house, just sort of roaming about. ↗

— Karl Pilkington

#africa #best #dangerous #had #house

The best teachers have showed me that things have to be done bit by bit. Nothing that means anything happens quickly--we only think it does. The motion of drawing back a bow and sending an arrow straight into a target takes only a split second, but it is a skill many years in the making. So it is with a life, anyone's life. I may list things that might be described as my accomplishments in these few pages, but they are only shadows of the larger truth, fragments separated from the whole cycle of becoming. And if I can tell an old-time story now about a man who is walking about, waudjoset ndatlokugan, a forest lodge man, alesakamigwi udlagwedewugan, it is because I spent many years walking about myself, listening to voices that came not just from the people but from animals and trees and stones. ↗

— Joseph Bruchac

#path #patience #personal-mythmaking #story #time

In the boundaryless forests, there’re dancers of nude. Yet in the confines of pasture, there’s promise of food. On which is your side? Ô, but tarry and bide, ere you decide, in both do confide. ↗

— Roman Payne

#growing-up #life #poems #poetry #rhymes

Around her the trees and wild flowers, with that oddly courteous air of natural things suddenly interrupted in their pressing occupations of growing and dying, turned toward her with attention, as though, dull and imperceptive as she was, it was still necessary for them to be gentle to a creation so unfortunate as not to be rooted in the ground, forced to go from one place to another, heart-breakingly mobile. ↗

— Shirley Jackson

#wandering #nature