#wander

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life. ↗

— Adelaide Anne Procter

#discordant #ease #echo #fingers #harmonious

Indeed it is better to postpone, lest either we complete too little by hurrying, or wander too long in completing it. ↗

— Tertullian

#complete #completing #either #hurrying #indeed

I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last - overpowering, overwhelming," he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. "But since then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life. Everett Ruess ↗

— Jon Krakauer

#nomad #overwhelmed #vagabond #vagabond-for-beauty #wanderer

...cold, still, lookin a little uncomfortable in death as if they weren't quite used to it yet. ↗

— J.M.G. Le Clézio

#death

From time to time I once wondered how one wanders from time to time And think up the paradox line Speak of Epoch's crime Oh I lied, it hasn't happened yet But bet you better believe it's such a habit that I just said that in a past mindset ↗

— Criss Jami

#curiosity #epoch #fantasy #imagination #lies

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

— Grace Paley

#fantastic #i #mind #student #ten

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

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

— Leah Stewart

#freedom #wanderlust #freedom

[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