#wandering

And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss. ↗

— J. K. Rowling

#bliss #cafe #idea #just #me

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

The point of mythology or myth is to point to the horizon and to point back to ourselves: This is who we are; this is where we came from; and this is where we're going. And a lot of Western society over the last hundred years - the last 50 years really - has lost that. We have become rather aimless and wandering. ↗

— J. Michael Straczynski

#back #become #came #going #horizon

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

The best teachers have showed me that things have to be done bit by bit. Nothing that means anything happens quickly--we only think it does. The motion of drawing back a bow and sending an arrow straight into a target takes only a split second, but it is a skill many years in the making. So it is with a life, anyone's life. I may list things that might be described as my accomplishments in these few pages, but they are only shadows of the larger truth, fragments separated from the whole cycle of becoming. And if I can tell an old-time story now about a man who is walking about, waudjoset ndatlokugan, a forest lodge man, alesakamigwi udlagwedewugan, it is because I spent many years walking about myself, listening to voices that came not just from the people but from animals and trees and stones. ↗

— Joseph Bruchac

#path #patience #personal-mythmaking #story #time

Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#dante-alighieri #wandering #death

They say Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. Though I have never led an army, I am a wanderer. During the waning moon, I cradle Homer’s 'Odyssey' as if it were the sweet body of a woman. ↗

— Roman Payne

#army #dreams #heroism #sleep #the-iliad

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

Sometimes when you lose your way, you find YOURSELF. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#destination #destiny #faith #faith-in-yourself #find-yourself

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs. ↗

— Roman Payne

#cold #coldness #december #february #forest