#wander

Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but confine him home. ↗

— John Cleveland

#cain #changed #confine #doom #forced

On those long notes behind the trumpet solo, if anyone lets his mind wander for a minute he is dead. ↗

— Don Ellis

#behind #dead #his #lets #long

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

All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very well anyway, and they never seemed to understand me very well either. All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#be-yourself #free #journaling #journey #misunderstood

I got into underground comics fairly early on and kind of wandered away from the superhero stuff, but I was an art student and I was drawing a lot as a kid. ↗

— Jonathan Lethem

#art student #away #comics #drawing #early

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

I was a fantastic student until ten, and then my mind began to wander. ↗

— Grace Paley

#fantastic #i #mind #student #ten

Tintinnabulation is an area I sometimes wander into when I am searching for answers - in my life, my music, my work. In my dark hours, I have the certain feeling that everything outside this one thing has no meaning. ↗

— Arvo Part

#answers #area #certain #certain feeling #dark

I love going out of my way, beyond what I know, and finding my way back a few extra miles, by another trail, with a compass that argues with the map…nights alone in motels in remote western towns where I know no one and no one I know knows where I am, nights with strange paintings and floral spreads and cable television that furnish a reprieve from my own biography, when in Benjamin’s terms, I have lost myself though I know where I am. Moments when I say to myself as feet or car clear a crest or round a bend, I have never seen this place before. Times when some architectural detail on vista that has escaped me these many years says to me that I never did know where I was, even when I was home. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#journey #nature #wanderlust #architecture