wandering

She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last.

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.

Betelgeuse, Achenar. Orion. Aquila. Centre the Cross and you have a steady compass. But there's no compass for my ever disoriented soul, only ever beckoning ghost lights. In the one sure direction, to the one sure end.

I must give you this warning: your journeys will rarely ever go as you plan. You will make mistakes, and you will feel lost. Whenever that happens, look to the light and keep moving forward in faith.

What we seek when we wander usually leads us back home.

It might be well enough to wander if you've a place and people to come back to, but I tell you now there's no desolation like wanting to go home and truly not knowing where it is.

I believe each of us is a pilgrim in our own way; we are all lost souls, trying to find our way home.

Every man, woman, and child on this earth is a wandering pilgrim in his or her own way__ach searching for a belonging place. That sense of belonging is found only as we care for one another.

It doesn__ matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again. Once you__e started to leave, you will run your whole life.

There is stability in walking an uncertain path, because you never allow yourself to be misled by what you think you know.

When travelling, concentrate on the path! Don__ sleep! Don__ read! Just live the journey in full by observing the path instead of wandering in your own world!

I'm a wanderer. But i don't wander to explore the outer physical world , I do it to explore the universe inside me.

Roaming is the easiest part, just wandering around, looking the places, imagining how people lived there at that time, breathing deeply the open air around there and feeling the best.

What is a Wanderess? Bound by no boundaries, contained by no countries, tamed by no time, she is the force of nature__ course.

When no possessions keep us, when no countries contain us, and no time detains us, man becomes a heroic wanderer, and woman, a wanderess.

A woman must prefer her liberty over a man. To be happy, she must. A man to be happy, however, must yearn for his woman more than his liberty. This is the rightful order.