#wandering

By experience we find out a short way by a long wandering. ↗

— Roger Ascham

#find #long #out #short #wandering

Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands? ↗

— Arna Bontemps

#lands #lost #precious #precious thing #some

What ever our wandering our happiness will always be found within a narrow compass, and in the middle of the objects more immediately within our reach. ↗

— Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

#compass #ever #found #happiness #immediately

I am always the better for open-air breathing, and was certainly meant for the wandering life of the Indian. ↗

— Maria Mitchell

#am #better #breathing #certainly #i

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

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

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

[Y]ou were too alert to the figurative possibilities of words not to see the phrase [angle of repose] as descriptive of human as well as detrital rest. As you said, it was too good for mere dirt; you tried to apply it to your own wandering and uneasy life ... I wonder if you ever reached it. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#peace #rest #uneasiness #wandering #life

I had never felt like that before, as if there were a sort of curse, a merciless force in the light that shone on a world where life is borken and lost, where each new day takes something from the day that precedes it, where suffering is inmovable... ↗

— J.M.G. Le Clézio

#life

Around her the trees and wild flowers, with that oddly courteous air of natural things suddenly interrupted in their pressing occupations of growing and dying, turned toward her with attention, as though, dull and imperceptive as she was, it was still necessary for them to be gentle to a creation so unfortunate as not to be rooted in the ground, forced to go from one place to another, heart-breakingly mobile. ↗

— Shirley Jackson

#wandering #nature