#wander

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe. ↗

— Anatole France

#existed #harmony #man #once #original

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far! ↗

— John Muir

#coming #day #directions #every #far

Paradise was always over there, a day’s sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home. ↗

— J. Maarten Troost

#escapism #happiness #paradise #travel #wanderlust

I had a wonderful childhood, but I was a wanderer from year one. ↗

— Maureen Forrester

#had #i #wanderer #wonderful #wonderful childhood

I subscribe to that school of thespian - to be a wandering minstrel or traveling player, a thing ofrags and patches, of ballads, songs and snatches. ↗

— Julian Sands

#i #patches #player #school #snatches

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#discontent #does #enough #fed #fields

Though he wouldn't dare admit that he might have felt more for her. He wasn't ready to care for a person that much when he still didn't care too highly for himself. most days Landon regarded himself as a lost soul, a wanderer. Who could love such a man? ↗

— Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#lost #shawn-kirsten-maravel #the-wanderer #love

How you live your life is up to you. You have to go out and grab the world by the horns. Rope it before it ties you down and decides for you. ↗

— Sarah Reijonen

#travel #wanderlust #love

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

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