#wander

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

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

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

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

The journey towards oneness emphasizes the opposites and we are caught in their conflict. ↗

— Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

#relationship

They say Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. Though I have never led an army, I am a wanderer. During the waning moon, I cradle Homer’s 'Odyssey' as if it were the sweet body of a woman. ↗

— Roman Payne

#army #dreams #heroism #sleep #the-iliad

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

I keep going back as if Im looking for something I have lost back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland back to the beacon, the breast the smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain. ↗

— Heather Nova

#love #travel #wanderlust #love

We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with dew, and our love for each other was seen. Our love for the world was new. ↗

— Roman Payne

#desire #green-eyes #lamb #making-love #malta