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Wanderer Quotes by Stephenie Meyer
- I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
- I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.
- I, the soul named Wanderer, love you, human Ian and that will never change no matter what I might become. If I were a Dolphin…
- Wanderer: You don't really feel that way about me you know. It's this body... she's pretty isn't she? Ian: She is. Melanie is a very…
- Good luck, little Wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn't need it.
- After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've…
- Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who…
- Ian didn't come. He just sat here with you--he said he didn't care what you looked like. He wouldn't let anyone else put a finger…
More Wanderer Quotes
- The Museum is not meant either for the wanderer to see by accident or for the pilgrim to see with awe. It… — Gilbert K. Chesterton
- Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking… — Antonio Machado
- As the innocent infant relies upon the mother for sustenance, so the innocent wanderer, following his native compassion and bliss, relies upon… — Miyamoto Musashi
- Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. The poem tells me it’s no big deal that I’m not… — Helen Oyeyemi
- Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue. — Unknown Author
- I am a wanderer passionately in love with life. — Aleksandr Kuprin
- I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers. — Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a… — W. Somerset Maugham
- A good wanderer leaves no trace. — Laozi
- To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary,… — Edgar Allan Poe
- There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs. — A. E. Housman
- I have been thinking more and more that I shall always be a lone wanderer of the wilderness. God, how the trail… — Everett Ruess