I have no home in the sense that is generally understood and so there is nothing to prevent me enjoying to the uttermost the spirit of wanderlust that has entered my soul. I am never lonely. How can I...
There's always a parallel story. The paths not taken go on in our heads.
Foreign places yield more to one who is himself worth meeting.
I get butterflies every time I wander beautiful places I've never been.
She is like a butterfly, Beautiful to look at But hard to catch.
I want to turn my life into sad adventure and myths.
And even if our hearts collided Can I trust it to be what I've always dreamed... No dear, it'll be so much more.
all my life i have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper just running down the edges of different countries and continents, looking for something.
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.
A certain kind of wanderlust can only be assuaged by the acts of the body itself in motion, not the motion of the car, boat, or plane.
I love going out of my way, beyond what I know, and finding my way back a few extra miles, by another trail, with a compass that argues with the map…nights alone in motels in remote western towns wher...
You have to keep doing it, Even if no one is watching. The best artists, are those Who live from their expressions, Not chasing the impressions.
After two stories, I blew out my light. The night was clear. My ceiling was the sky and an eyelash of the moon. By shifting from side to side, I made my hammock swing me into sleep.
All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost.
Alone in the car with my social life all before and behind me, I was suspended in the beautiful solitude of the open road, in a kind of introspection that only outdoor space generates, for inside and...
Bury me where I die.
Everytime I share Jesus Christ, I feel like a superhero!
Don't know. Don't care. I'm hopping on a bus and going until I can't go any farther. Until I find a place that feels like home.'He's quiet for a long time. 'How will you know what home feels like?'It...
Drifting across the vast space, silent except for wind and footsteps, I felt uncluttered and unhurried for the first time in a while, already on desert time.
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.
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