Quotessence
Home / Topics / Wanderer Quotes

Wanderer Quotes

Browse 128 quotes about Wanderer.

Wanderer Quotes

“When I met her, she was going through a depression in life. She was not able to find her purpose in life. She would smile on the outside, but inside she was going through myriad difficulties. I don't know what it was about me that made her tell me about her thoughts. May be she felt that I could understand her. Writers and poets are expected to understand the perspectives of other people. And I was a writer and wanderer, never staying at one place for long.”

PoetPerspectiveDepressionThoughtsMeaning Of LifeWriterLife And Living Life PhilosophyWandererShared Experiences
Author:Avijeet Das
Create image

“. . . they forgot about him, which of course doesn't mean he was absent from reality, because he remained there as well, as he went indefatigably between America and Asia, Africa and Europe, it's just that the connection between him and the world was broken, and he became, in this manner, forgotten, invisible, and with this he remained once and for all completely solitary . . .”

SolitudeAloneSolitaryTravelerAlienationWandererIshmaelPeripatetic
Book:The World Goes On
Create image

“Se nu er jeg borte fra byens larm og trængsel og aviser og mennesker, jeg er flygtet fra det altsammen fordi det igjen kaldte på mig fra landet og ensomheten hvor jeg er fra. Du skal se det kommer til å gå godt! Tænker jeg og har atter det bedste håp. Ak jeg har gjort en slik flugt før og er atter vendt tilbake til byen. Og atter flyktet.”

RealityUniverseHopeNatureSolitudeQuietMelancholyRebirthEscapeRestlessnessCity LifePantheismWandererSamsaraParadise LostBack To Basics
Author:Knut Hamsun
Create image

“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, brave, shabby existence. They are the sons of Adam, who was driven out of Paradise; the brothers of the animals, of innocence. Out of heaven's hand they accept what is given them from moment to moment: sun, rain, fog, snow, warmth, cold, comfort, and hardship; time does not exist for them and neither does history, or ambition, or that bizarre idol called progress and evolution, in which houseowners believe so desperately. A wayfarer may be delicate or crude, artful or awkward, brave or cowardly—he is always a child at heart, living in the first day of creation, before the beginning of the history of the world, his life always guided by a few simple instincts and needs. He may be intelligent or stupid; he may be deeply aware of the fleeting fragility of all living things, of how pettily and fearfully each living creature carries its bit of warm blood through the glaciers of cosmic space, or he may merely follow the commands of his poor stomach with childlike greed—he is always the opponent, the deadly enemy of the established proprietor, who hates him, despises him, or fears him, because he does not wish to be reminded that all existence is transitory, that life is constantly wilting, that merciless icy death fills the cosmos all around.”

DeathFreedomInnocenceWandererChildishnessWayfarer
Book:Narcissus and Goldmund
Create image

“Joy is not the satisfied contemplation of an accomplished result, the emotion of victory, the satisfaction of having succeeded. It is the sign of an energy that is deftly deployed, it is a free affirmation: everything comes easy. Joy is an activity: executing with ease something difficult that has taken time to master, asserting the faculties of the mind and the body. Joys of thought when it finds and discovers, joys of the body when it achieves without effort. That is why joy, unlike pleasure, increases with repetition, and is enriched. When you are walking, joy is a basso continuo. Locally, of course, you may run into effort and difficulty. You will also find immediate moments of contentment: a proud gaze backwards to contemplate the long steep plunge of the slope behind you. Those satisfactions, though, too often present an opportunity to reintroduce quantities, scores, figures (which track? how long? what altitude?). And walking becomes a competition. That is why expeditions in high mountain country (conquering peaks, each one a challenge) are always slightly impure: because they give rise to narcissistic gratification. What dominates in walking, away from ostentation and showing off, is the simple joy of feeling your body in the most primitively natural activity.”

ArtPhilosophyEarthJoyPoetryPeaceNatureFreedomWalksWonderBeautyMovementAdventureWalkingDiscoveryWanderAweHikingSerenityOur PlanetPilgrimExplorePilgrimageFresh AirWandererOutsideOutdoorsVisual PoetryGet OutsideHikesOutdoors Church
Book:A Philosophy of Walking
Create image

“In the history of walking, many experts considering him (Wordsworth) the authentic originator of the long expedition. He was the first – at a time (the late eighteenth century) when walking was the lot of the poor, vagabonds and highwaymen, not to mention travelling showmen and pedlars – to conceive of the walk as a poetic act, a communion with Nature, fulfilment of the body, contemplation of the landscape. Christopher Morley wrote of him that he was ‘one of the first to use his legs in the service of philosophy’.”

ArtPhilosophyEarthJoyPoetryPeaceNatureFreedomWalksWonderBeautyMovementAdventureWalkingDiscoveryWanderAweHikingSerenityOur PlanetPilgrimExplorePilgrimageFresh AirWandererOutsideOutdoorsVisual PoetryGet OutsideHikesOutdoors Church
Book:A Philosophy of Walking
Create image

“Perhaps the itinerant monks called ‘Gyrovagues’ were especially responsible for promoting this view of our condition as eternal strangers. They journeyed ceaselessly from monastery to monastery, without fixed abode, and they haven’t quite disappeared, even today: it seems there are still a handful tramping Mount Athos. They walk for their entire lives on narrow mountain paths, back and forth on a long repeated round, sleeping at nightfall wherever their feet have taken them; they spend their lives murmuring prayers on foot, walk all day without destination or goal, this way or that, taking branching paths at random, turning, returning, without going anywhere, illustrating through endless wandering their condition as permanent strangers in this profane world.”

ArtPhilosophyEarthJoyPoetryPeaceNatureFreedomWalksWonderBeautyMovementAdventureWalkingDiscoveryWanderAweHikingSerenityOur PlanetPilgrimExplorePilgrimageFresh AirWandererOutsideOutdoorsVisual PoetryGet OutsideHikesOutdoors Church
Book:A Philosophy of Walking
Create image

“I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.”

SoulRunningPoetryPartySeaSkyOceanSingingLaughterCleanProseEyesFreeSunriseTravelerJournalGypsyWanderlustWanderingTravellingNomadWandererMyselfStreetSingerProse PoetryThe Glass ChildVagabondExpatFree MindSmall PressChapbook4am
Book:Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
Create image

“I enjoy the wild things, Call me at 3 am and tell me you're waiting at my door. Give me sunsets in different cities and road trips on dirt tracks not sighted on maps. Whiskey for breakfast & cheap thrills for dinner. Give me happiness in a smile and nothing of certainty but the way we make eachother feel. There so much life in living while you're alive & id give absolutely anything to have it all with you.”

LoveHappinessLove QuotesUnconditional LoveWildSoul MateFree SpiritWomen QuotesWandererAdventuresWild And FreeWild WomanSoul ConnectionWild WomenAdventure Quotes
Author:Nikki Rowe
Create image

“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.”

InspirationalInspirationHappinessGirlPassionWomenGrowthImaginationFreedomCourageGrowingFeminismStrengthInspireAdventureInspirational LifeLife PhilosophySelf LoveLife And LivingFemaleBraveryInspirational AttitudeDancingDancePassionateSelf WorthWanderWomanGirlsFeminineExplorationWomanhoodFemininityImaginativeGirl PowerFemale EmpowermentLoving LifeLiving Life To The FullestWomen S LiberationPassionate LivingExploreWomen S InspirationalFemale CharactersWomen S StrengthWanderlustLiteraryWildnessWanderingPassionate LifeWandererSeize The DayFemalesWoman S StrengthRoman PayneWild WomanFemale BeautyGirl QuotesWoman S CharacterFemale HeroWanderessExplorerFemale LiberationEuropaSelf ValueThe WanderessLife ChangeAdventuressDreameressThe Value Of LifeWayfaringRevitalizeRevitalizingWomen S Motivational
Author:Roman Payne
Create image

“she was completely whole and yet never fully complete”

LoveArtWholeArtistFaithHopeJesusRelationshipsLove QuotesTrustFlowerRelationship QuotesLovelyPoemsWritersImperfectionImperfectFaith In GodCoincidenceBeautiful WomenSingleLove PoemsGrowth QuotesPurposeful LivingWanderlustBlack Women QuotesBloomWandererCompleteRareWomen WritersLove StoriesBeautiful MindSingle WomanBlack Women WritersNo CoincidencesBe PresentPerfectly ImperfectBlack WritersChristian WritersStories Of A Polished Pistil
Book:Stories of a Polished Pistil: Lace and Ruffles
Create image

“Wonders amaze me. They can aim wanderlessly in any forest, be it of dark trees or lighted bushes. And apparently, as per what I’ve heard, they can buy stuff that’s on sale, but only if and when they feel wonderfully wonderful. Because otherwise they wouldn’t really be themselves, which would be a problem for them, because if they aren’t what they are - they can’t exist, and if they don’t exist – that makes them invisible and silent to all the wandering people, who may or may not be looking for them to sell themselves to.”

PeopleProblemLightDarkExistenceWonderTreeSilentSeekingHearingProblemsAmazedTreesNothingAmazementSearchingAmazingNietzscheWanderingWanderersWandererLookingWondersFindingExistingBushJarod KintzBushesWonderousWonderfull
Book:Nothing is here...
Create image

“Without knowing why or how, I found myself in love with this strange Wanderess. Maybe I was just in love with the dream she was selling me: a life of destiny and fate; as my own life up until we met had been so void of enchantment. Those things: mystery, fate, enchantment... they are things that young people offer us as soon as we get close to them. And if we're not careful, we can be seduced by, and drawn back into, the youthful world they preside over.”

DesireDestinyFateYouthAgingWanderAgeingYoung LoveEnchantmentWanderlustWanderingYouthfulnessWandererRoman PayneFountain Of YouthWanderessYouthfulThe WanderessVagabondYouth Age
Book:The Wanderess
Create image

“She did not choose to become a wanderer. She did not take a conscious decision that she wants to become a wanderer. Destiny chose her to wander. And then she became a wanderer. The wanderings keep on happening on their own. And the wanderer keeps on wandering! The wanderer does not have a final home. She does not have a certain destination. She keeps on drifting from place to place. And wanderings become her destiny! And she becomes the wanderer!”

Inspirational QuotesTravelLife Quotes And SayingsPhilosophy Of LifeLife And Living Life PhilosophyWomen S LiberationTravelingWandererWomens InspirationalWanderings
Author:Avijeet Das
Create image

“I am a wanderer— born with restless feet and a heart that refuses maps. I walk through cities that forget my name, through villages that remember my silence. I carry no luggage, only memories stitched into my soul. The road is my lover, the horizon my only promise. One day I will stop. Not because I am tired— but because I have become the place I was searching for”

LovePoetryCitiesMapsTravelerRoadWanderlustWanderingWandererVillages
Book:The Black Mask in Thamel: Ravish's Journey into the Unknown
Create image