We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Once more I am a wanderer, a pilgrim, through the world. But what else are you?
Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam, But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.
I always have a suitcase ready to go. My wife and I are both very much like this. We're both vagabonds, and we have been since the time we were married.
I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.
We were wanderers from the beginning.
The true voyagers are those who go for the sake of traveling . . . and without quite knowing why, they say, 'Let us depart!'.
Travelers are fantasists, conjurers, seers - and what they finally discover is that every round object everywhere is a crystal ball: stone, teapot, the marvelous globe of the human eye.
The privilege of feeling at home everywhere belongs only to kings, wolves and robbers.
O, from the ancient days always there have been travelers. So why should I grieve?
We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still.
For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.
The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever.
Trust your luck, Taran Wanderer. But don't forget to put out your nets!
For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another, and no sunrise finds us where left by sunset. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of that tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind to be scattered.
We're all travelers, all sojourners.
The actor's life, but also the Australian's life. We're wanderers. We like to walk about - we're curious people. I have felt that since I was a teenager.
I love writing about people on the road.
'Sesame Street' early on and then 'Little House on the Prairie' was a big deal in our house. I always identified with 'Little House' because they were wanderers, and there was something about being an immigrant.
This world is magnificent for strangers and pilgrims, but miserable for residents.
Like lost children we live our unfinished adventures.
For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?
