#wander

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

— Leah Stewart

#freedom #wanderlust #freedom

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

— Vladimir Nabokov

#desire #life #nostalgia #seasons #spring

A map such as that one is worth many hundreds, and as luck will have it, thousands of dollars. But more than this, it is a remembrance of that time before our planet was so small. When this map was made, I thought, you could live without knowing where you were not living. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#maps #wanderlust #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

I had never felt like that before, as if there were a sort of curse, a merciless force in the light that shone on a world where life is borken and lost, where each new day takes something from the day that precedes it, where suffering is inmovable... ↗

— J.M.G. Le Clézio

#life

We live and work in a world that carries preoccupations about money, but what does the soul care about such things? ↗

— Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

#money

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#eclipse #edward-cullen #ian-o-shea #new-moon #soul

And then we jerked to a stop. Jared was blocking the exit. "Have you lost your mind, Ian?" he asked, shocked and outraged. "What are you doing to her?" "Did you know about this?" Ian shouted back, shoving me toward Jared and shaking me at him. "You're going to hurt her!" "Do you know what she's planning?" Ian roared. Jared stared at Ian, his face suddenly closed off. He didn't answer. That was answer enough for Ian. Ian's fist struck Jared so fast that I missed the blow - I just felt the lurch in his body and saw Jared reel back into the dark hall. "Ian, stop," I begged. "You stop," he growled back at me. He yanked me through the arch into the tunnel, then pulled me north. I had to almost run to keep up with his longer stride. "O´Shea!" Jared shouted after us. "I'm going to hurt her?" Ian roared back over his shoulder, not breaking pace. "I am? You hypocritical swine!" There was nothing but silence and blackness behind us now. I stumbled in the dark, trying to keep up. He jerked me along faster, and my breath caught in a moan, almost like a cry of pain. The sound made Ian stumble to a stop. His breathing was hoarse in the darkness. "Ian, Ian, I..." I chocked, unable to finish. I didn't know what to say, picturing his furious face. His arms caught me abruptly, yanking my feet out from under me and then catching my shoulders before I could fall. He started running forward again, carrying me now. His hands were not rough and angry like before; he cradled me against his chest. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#jared #wanda #wanderer #breaking-up

The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare. ↗

— Jack Henry Abbott

#emotions #experiences #feels #horrible #lives

When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life. ↗

— Jack Henry Abbott

#dead #experience #ghosts #life #night