#wanderer

I am a wanderer passionately in love with life. ↗

— Aleksandr Kuprin

#i #i am #life #love #passionately

He who asserts belief with absolute certainty knows nothing of faith and makes himself into a fool. He who is wise, upon realizing they have done this, recants and searches themselves for further enlightenment. ↗

— Cristina Marrero

#certainty #cristina-marrero #faith #knowledge #spirituality

So I see you got to know Trish on a pretty intimate level tonight,” Max said, focusing her attention back on the present as they made their way down the deserted roads back to her house. “She was definitely…friendly.” What Landon casually defined as friendly was what Max more accurately described as molestation. Her hands had disappeared under the table, rubbing his leg or whatever she was doing, more times than she spent holding her damn cards. Landon’s indifference to the whole thing was entirely impossible to read. Was he enjoying the attention? Wouldn’t any man? Not that it was any of her business. Landon was just some guy that she’d let stay with her for a few days. The fact that he was good-looking was irrelevant. Trish could have him for all she cared as long as they kept the indecencies out of her house. “Well, don’t you worry about her. She’s a bit of a flirt when she’s drunk. I’m pretty sure she’d hit on a monkey.” “You just compared me to a monkey and you don’t want me to worry?” “You know what I mean.” “I’m sorry, I don’t.” “Don’t tell me that girls like that actually appeal to you.” “Jealous?” “Hardly,” Max shot back defensively. “I just pegged you for a man with higher standards that’s all.” She couldn’t really say why she’d chosen to share her opinion. No harm in giving the guy a little warning, right? “You’ve pegged me for a lot of things. ↗

— Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#love-the-wanderer #business

The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart. ↗

— Josiah Royce

#because #between #cruel #facts #foes

My father was a good man, but he was a con man. He was a wanderer, nomadic. ↗

— Danny Aiello

#con #father #good #good man #man

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

Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone's home and backyard. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#distant #familiar #foreign #home #hospitality

They miss the whisper that runs any day in your mind, "Who are you really, wanderer?"-- and the answer you have to give no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: "Maybe I'm a king. ↗

— William Stafford

#king #poetry #wanderer #poetry-quotes

My mother was the total influence. My father was what we call a nomadic person; he was a wanderer. ↗

— Danny Aiello

#father #influence #mother #nomadic #person

A pilgrim is a wanderer with purpose. ↗

— Peace Pilgrim

#purpose #wanderer