I wake up in strange beds and in unknown rooms. I wander in dark alleys and crooked roads. Some days I don't even see the sun. Some nights the moon hides from me. I am the wanderer and wandering is my...
I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last - overpowering, overwhelming, he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. But since then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it...
(n.) One who wanders; a rambler; one who roves; hence, one who deviates from duty.
The Wanderer in every moment spent awake faces two alternatives: a choice is to be made between the ambitions stretching between past and future, or the quiet, simplicity, purity and emptiness, full o...
There's only one place I want to go and it's to all the places I've never been.
You must make the Journey along the road, nobody is able to do it for you!
From centuries ago before the dawn of civilization, I have been wandering. I am the wanderer. I can't stay at one place. I am destined to wander from place to place!And I keep wandering in search of a...
I'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.
And you must not worry about me. You must follow your dreams. You have your life ahead of you. I am just a wanderer passing by.
The Wanderer then leaves behind the spiritual seeker, with all the accumulated knowledge and lofty spiritual experience, and takes the first step on the Journey.
We are therefore constantly on the road, straying from one mental image to the next, and identify with these images, and derive our identity from the images.
The Wanderer will stop when they recognize the activities of the mind and refuse to follow it any longer. The Wanderer realizes that with the help of the mind they will not be able to surpass the mind...
In the course of our journey leading to Consciousness, our objective should not be creating a positive character, and thus a pleasant scenario, but finding the Existence behind every scenario.
Let there be room left in your heart for the unimaginable ~ serendipity has a way of showing itself just when you feel like giving up.
They miss the whisper that runsany day in your mind,"Who are you really, wanderer?"--and the answer you have to giveno matter how dark and coldthe world around you is:"Maybe I'm a king.
Obedient to no man, dependent only on weather and season, without a goal before them or a roof above them, owning nothing, open to every whim of fate, the homeless wanderers lead their childlike, brav...
Melanie: well, tell himwanda: what will happen then?melanie: you know what will happen. kyle broke the rules. jeb will shoot him, or they'll kick him ou. meybe ian will beat the snot out of him first....
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