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“I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own world. I hear what people say, rearrange it, take away and tear apart until it finds value in my reality and there I make it work. I find spaces in between the cracks and cuts where it feels empty
and there I make it work.”
― Charlotte Eriksson

“Have we ever thought that being lost is our destination?”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“When a Wanderess has been caged,
or perched with her wings clipped,
She lives like a Stoic,
She lives most heroic,
smiling with ruby, moistened lips
once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.”
― Roman Payne

“Some of us are drawn to mountains the way the moon draws the tide. Both the great forests and the mountains live in my bones. They have taught me, humbled me, purified me and changed me.”
― Joan Halifax, The Fruitful Darkness: A Journey Through Buddhist Practice and Tribal Wisdom

“The road meanders, wandering in tandem with itself.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Never stop wandering into wonder.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“The key to a wonderful life is to never stop wandering into wonder.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“I could feel the gravitational pull of home, which when I'm home too long becomes the gravitational pull of somewhere else.”
― Patti Smith, Year of the Monkey

“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

“[A]dventures befall the unadventurous as readily, if not as frequently, as the bold. Adventures are a logical and reliable result - and have been since at least the time of Odysseus - of the fatal act of leaving one's home, or trying to return to it again. All adventures happen in that damned and magical space, wherever it may be found or chanced upon, which least resembles one's home. As soon as you have crossed your doorstep or the county line, into that place where the structures, laws, and conventions of your upbringing no longer apply, where the support and approval (but also the disapproval and repression) of your family and neighbors are not to be had: then you have entered into adventure, a place of sorrow, marvels, and regret.”
― Michael Chabon, Gentlemen of the Road

“Alexander the Great slept with
'The Iliad' beneath his pillow.
Though I’ve never led an army,
I am a wanderer. I cradle
'The Odyssey' nights while the
moon is waning, as if it were
the sweet body of a woman.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

“Where are we headed? Are we not endlessly plunging —backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there an up and a down anymore? Do we not wander as if through an endless nothingness? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Hasn’t it grown colder?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science: With a Prelude in Rhymes and an Appendix of Songs

“(2002) In Rome, month upon month, I struggled with how to structure the book about my father (He already had the water, he just had to discover jars). At one point I laid each chapter out on the terrazzo floor, eighty-three in all, arranged them like the map of an imaginary city. Some of the piles of paper, I imagined, were freestanding buildings, some were clustered into neighborhoods, and some were open space. On the outskirts, of course, were the tenements--abandoned, ramshackled. The spaces between the piles were the roads, the alleyways, the footpaths, the rivers. The bridges to other neighborhoods, the bridges out...In this way I could get a sense if one could find their way through the book, if the map I was creating made sense, if it was a place one would want to spend some time in. If one could wander there, if one could get lost.”
― Nick Flynn, The Ticking Is the Bomb: A Memoir

“... to wander far from the familiar "home" of his adolescent ways of belonging, doing, and being. He must, as poet Mary Oliver puts it, "stride deeper and deeper into the world." His culture will greatly influence the manner in which he wanders, as will his gender, physical constitution, psychological temperament, age, and bio-region. In one culture, his wandering might take him geographically far from his hometown or village. In another culture, geographic movement will have little importance for the true depth of his wandering. What is critical is not whether he engages in this practice or that, or undergoes this ritual or another, but that his wandering changes his relationship to the world, that he leaves the home of his adolescent identity, and that his border crossings usher him into the mysteries of nature and psyché.”
― Bill Plotkin, Nature and the Human Soul: Cultivating Wholeness and Community in a Fragmented World

“We look around us and we find ourselves confused as to why the world has fallen into such deep darkness. And standing in this descending darkness, what we need to realize is that the farther we move from God, the darker everything gets. And no light of man can illuminate that kind of darkness.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Walking on a path of uncertainties,
Shuffling on the probabilities of uncertainties,
Waging on the possibilities of uncertainties,
Waiting for the occurrences of uncertainties,
Solving the mysteries of wandering uncertainties,
We move, lead and live.”
― Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel

“He tried not to cry as he wondered if he would ever have a home again.”
― KayeC Jones, Mason the Mutt

“[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, Angle of Repose

“She: So where do we go from here?
He: Nowhere!
She: What do you mean?
He: You go your way and I go mine!
She: Can we have a future together?
He: I don't settle down! I am the wanderer and wandering is my destiny!”
― Avijeet Das

“We seek to find new phrases; we try hard, we writhe and twist and blow; every now and then a clear harmonic cry gives new suggestions of a tune, a thought, that will someday be the only tune and thought in the world and which will raise men´s souls to joy. We find it, we lose, we wrestle for it, we find it again, we laugh, we moan. Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.”
― Bob Dylan

“And it's a little difficult, but it's very valuable to be forced to move from one place to another and deal with another set of situations and to accept that this is going to be -- in fact, it is -- your life.”
― James Baldwin, A Dialogue

“You know that I have hitch-hiked around and have been alone in weird cities and places, and waked up in the morning not knowing who I was (particularly one time in Des Moines.)
Neal, what I want is a big home with about twenty people in it, whole families at the same time, something going on all the time, someone leaving, someone coming, someone building a shelf, someone mending a fence, someone sewing, someone cooking, someone reading, someone eating, so on, and on, on, on . . . I want all the Shakespearian gamut of things in one big tumultuous house.

[letter to Neal Cassady, June 27, 1948]”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac Selected Letters 1940-1956

“The Wanderer

I wandered many miles
From shore to shore,
While keeping my word;

Some waves grew uneven,
And the sand in bays silvered
With each hour of hurt.

Emerald, Blue and Gold

The snow that bled emptiness,
While singing mercy on each star
That covered the path set high.

Freedom crosses horizons,
Freeing the northern lights
From compasses around the world.”
― Laura Chouette

“It’s rarely that we lost our way. More often than not, it’s that we lost the road.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“И все-таки мне почему-то даже нравится эта страшностъ моего эмигрантского положения. Может быть потому, что я, в сущности, где-то в своей глубине именно и хочу быть “вн�� общества��, “вн�� государства��, а быть в вечном странствии. И потому как бы ни была тяжела эта “страшная вещь�� эмиграция �� а она, конечно, бывает тяжела, �� именно ее-то я и восхваляю. В этой свободе нищеты, свободе человека �� именно она давала мне глубокие переживания счастья “остатьс�� самим собой��. А это, может быть, даже самое большое человеческое счастье �� быть эмигрантом не только из своей родной страны, превращенной в Дантов ад, но быть вообще эмигрантом на земле, еле соприкасаясь со всем тем, что тебя окружает.”
― Роман Гуль, Я унес Россию

“A writer's life is different from the life of a normal man's life. A writer cannot settle down at one place. He has to keep traveling and drifting from one place to another. Because his travels give meaning and substance to his stories and poetry, he must keep on traveling. The people he meets and the places he visits give unique perspectives to him to think, reflect and write about.

A writer does not belong to one village, one city, one town, or one country. A writer belongs to the world.”
― Avijeet Das

“When longing to disappear,
I take one trip,
I walk, eat, let my mind wander”
― Unkonown

“He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.”
― W. B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats

“Wandering Europe is like stepping into a storybook, each country a new chapter filled with beauty, mystery, and charm.”
― Ferdinand Jayvee Gomez