#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

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

— Maureen Forrester

#had #i #wanderer #wonderful #wonderful childhood

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

So when your hopes on fire, But you know your desire, Don't hold a glass over the flame, Don't let your heart grow cold, I will call you by name, I will share your road. ↗

— Mumford & Sons

#hopeless-wanderer #lyrics #mumford-and-sons #song #song-lyrics

To be fair, you can tell me what you think of me,” Max offered. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just making a few observations.” “How could I possibly know enough about you to make a proper judgment?” His tone was harsher than he’d anticipated. “You’ve taken a stranger into your home without so much as a second thought and offered everything but your bed. Crazy comes to mind. Suicidal maybe.” Max leaned forward in her chair, readying her defenses. “Excuse me?” “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful here but please remember that you don’t know me. I appreciate all that you’ve done but that doesn’t entitle you to judge me.” “I wasn’t judging you,” she bit back. “But maybe you’re right. I don’t think I thought this through at all. ↗

— Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#stubborn #the-wanderer #love