All walking is discovery. On foot we take the time to see things whole. — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair? — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
I have a fear of letting my mind wander. I'm afraid it might not come back. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Where will my heart lead if I've yet to wander so many unknown paths?” — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
I have a wandering eye and a lazy eye so they cancel each other out. It's a push. — Kevin Nealon Copy Share Image
There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk. — Guy Gavriel Kay Copy Share Image
It was always a thrill for me, getting out of the cocoon and wandering. I'd let the wind wrap around me like… — Corey Taylor Copy Share Image
We wander through old streets, and pause before the age stricken houses; and, strange to say, the magic past lights them up. — Grace King Copy Share Image
“It’s the ‘everyday’ experiences we encounter along the journey to who we wanna be that will define who we are when we… — Aaron Lauritsen Copy Share Image
The longer a nation's history, the more wars, invasions, wanderings, and periods of captivity it has seen-the greater the diversity of its… — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
I will look at the footprints going in and out of the water and dream up a small blue good to talk… — Gerald Stern Copy Share Image
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life. — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
More is got from one book on which the thought settles for a definite end in knowledge, than from libraries skimmed over… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...you give them a piece of you.… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
To walk abroad is, not with eyes, But thoughts, the fields to see and prize; Else may the silent feet, Like logs… — Thomas Traherne Copy Share Image
I'm absolutely removed from the world at such times...The hours go by without my knowing it. Sitting there I'm wandering in countries… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
God knows where every particle of the handful of dust has gone; he has marked in his book the wandering of every… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast… — Plato Copy Share Image
If you're feeling fancy free, come wander through the world with me, and any place we chance to be, will be a… — Henry Mancini Copy Share Image
Thoughts are like stars in the firmament; some are fixed, others like the wandering planets, others again are only like meteors. Understanding… — Margaret Cavendish Copy Share Image
Dawn Of The Dead is about how we're just a country cannibalizing itself, turning into one shopping mall, and everyone at the… — Eli Roth Copy Share Image
It wasn't that I hated being asked a bunch of questions. I had nothing against questions. I just didn't like listening to… — Jack Gantos Copy Share Image
American views today are weak, confused, and divided. On one side, many progressive liberals still think that we humans are essentially good… — Os Guinness Copy Share Image
The people who are abroad are all those that have no religion, neither one based on speculation nor one received by tradition.… — Maimonides Copy Share Image
From my mother came the idea that going down to the sea repaired the spirit. That is where she walked when she… — Robert MacNeil Copy Share Image
It was time to expect more of myself. Yet as I thought about happiness, I kept running up against paradoxes. I wanted… — Gretchen Rubin Copy Share Image
In Shakespeare the birds sing, the bushes are clothed with green, hearts love, souls suffer, the cloud wanders, it is hot, it… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Interior of the hand. Sole that has come to walk only on feelings. That faces upward and in its mirror receives heavenly… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image