I didn't write. I just wandered about.

My loneliness...still comes over me sometimes...It's a liminal, lost sensation of having wandered wide, endless boulevards, among rows of orange trees, winter butterflies, seasons…

— Marco Roth

“Yet there was always in me, even when I was very small, the sense that I ought to be somewhere else. And wander I…

— Anna Quindlen

“I wandered around for hours, dodging falling poo in alleyways”

— Tim Collins

So two or three cities wandered unto one city, to drink water; but they were not satisfied: yet have ye not returned unto me,…

— Bible

“When had it happened? When had (she) stolen all the warm, tender places inside me for herself? And the rough, barbaric ones, too? It…

— Kate Canterbary

I didn't like writing just articles and things. So then I wandered around. I tried my hand at film and television and that was…

— Robert Greene

“Then Darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time, and I wandered far on roads that I will not tell.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien Gandalf the White

When I was growing up, if there was a Young Adult section of my town's library, I missed it. I wandered right from 'The…

— Erin Morgenstern

“Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight…

— Dante Alighieri

“You were the stray cat who wandered into my verses and finally found your way home—dumpster diving deep within yourself.”

— Curtis Tyrone Jones

“Sleeping and waking, the notion of being lost, of having wandered out of the right life, kept turning up in different guises. She imagined…

— Robert Stone

I wandered around not knowing what I was doing in The Great Waldo Pepper and feeling pretty lost, and they rightly cut my part…

— Margot Kidder

Israel is slightly smaller than New Jersey. Moses in effect led the tribes of Israel out of the District of Columbia, parted Chesapeake Bay…

— P. J. O'Rourke

I am an expert in loneliness and have wandered around a great deal.

— Sterling Hayden

“I wandered out like a haggard ghost, and there she was, Frisco - long, bleak streets with trolley wires all shrouded in fog and…

— Jack Kerouac