#wandering

I'd say the best is when I was in Africa, I saw a hippo in a house. Someone had a pet hippo. And they're meant to be one of the most dangerous animals on the planet, and they had one that was sort of just wandering in and out of their house, just sort of roaming about. ↗

— Karl Pilkington

#africa #best #dangerous #had #house

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

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

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

— J.M.G. Le Clézio

#death

Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#death #moving #wandering #death

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301). ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#travel-writing #wandering #dreams

To be a friend of the Everglades is not necessarily to spend time wandering around out there. ↗

— Marjory Stoneman Douglas

#everglades #friend #necessarily #out #spend

I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering. ↗

— Steven Wright

#i #kept #mind #trying #wandering

It's fun wandering around other people's minds. ↗