#wander

If I'm riding my bike I just replay the same scenarios over and over in my head, like I haven't had a new mental adventure since high school. So that's what I like about books on tape, so my mind can't wander anywhere. ↗

— David Sedaris

#adventure #anywhere #bike #books #had

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

He went, ever on the move, with the slow, shuffling step of wandering beggars who are nowhere at home. ↗

— Stijn Streuvels

#ever #home #move #nowhere #shuffling

I don't read music. I don't write it. So I wander around on the guitar until something starts to present itself. ↗

— James Taylor

#guitar #i #itself #music #present

Whenever there is love beyond boundaries .... Whenever trust flows deeper than oceans .... Nevertheless, a Trial is born .... You pass that trial, sacred you shall be .... if you don't, your are immortal !!!! ↗

— M.W.Latif

#intimate #joy #life #life-experience #life-philosophy

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

I told her about the best and the worst. The slow and sleepy places where weekdays rolled past like weekends and Mondays didn’t matter. Battered shacks perched on cliffs overlooking the endless, rumpled sea. Afternoons spent waiting on the docks, swinging my legs off a pier until boats rolled in with crates full of oysters and crayfish still gasping. Pulling fishhooks out of my feet because I never wore shoes, playing with other kids whose names I never knew. Those were the unforgettable summers. There were outback towns where you couldn’t see the roads for red dust, grids of streets with wandering dogs and children who ran wild and swam naked in creeks. I remembered climbing ancient trees that had a heartbeat if you pressed your ear to them. Boomboom-boomboom. Dreamy nights sleeping by the campfire and waking up covered in fine ash, as if I’d slept through a nuclear holocaust. We were wanderers, always with our faces to the sun. ↗

— Vikki Wakefield

#town #traveling #wanderer #love

I saw the sunset-colored sands, The Nile like flowing fire between, Where Rameses stares forth serene, And Ammon's heavy temple stands. I saw the rocks where long ago, Above the sea that cries and breaks, Swift Perseus with Medusa's snakes Set free the maiden white like snow. And many skies have covered me, And many winds have blown me forth, And I have loved the green, bright north, And I have loved the cold, sweet sea. But what to me are north and south, And what the lure of many lands, Since you have leaned to catch my hands And lay a kiss upon my mouth. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#lands #loved #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

God never leaves His children to wander alone. We are always surrounded with unconditional love. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#children #god #inspiration #inspirational-quotes #joy