The world is vast and meant for wandering. There is always somewhere else to go.
A male has the right to wander about as he pleases. He has the right to marry any number of girls. This practice has led to prostitution.
I fear chiefly lest my expression may not be extravagant enough, may not wander far enough beyond the narrow limit of my daily experience, so as to be adequate to the truth of which I have been convinced.
It's good to wander into the studio and walk out with something that's better than you'd imagined it to be. If everything was as you imagined it to be, it just wouldn't be as much fun.
In Celtic Ireland the name Leo was Lugh, another solar hero and mystic. In Wales he was Llew, to the Romans Lugus, to the Sumerians Lughal. Its not the same dude on walkabout, it's the Astrological sign of Leo. In the Christian iconography we have one of the Evangelists represented by a Lion. In the Nativity scenes we see 4 animals around the cradle of the SonSun king. One of these is also a Lion. Christians probably believe that there was one in the area and just happened to wander into the inn to take a peek at sleeping Jesus. Good thing it wasn't very hungry.
A world of colors on the palette remaining. . . wandering. . . on canvases still emerging.
Sometimes my songs wander off a bit and are not always coherent.
About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal.
There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.
American Conservatism is finished, and its remaining adherents are, whether they know it or not, merely ghosts wandering, mazed, in the daylight.
If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way
How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice.
Indeed it is better to postpone, lest either we complete too little by hurrying, or wander too long in completing it.
An objective is an ambition, and life without ambition is. . . well, aimless wandering.
The writer, unlike his non-writing adult friend, has no predisposed outlook; he seldom observes deliberately. He sees what he didnot intend to see; he remembers what does not seem wholly possible. Inattentive learner in the schoolroom of life, he keeps some faculty free to veer and wander. His is the roving eye.
Nature brings us back to absolute truth whenever we wander.
Sometimes my mind wanders; other times it leaves completely.
Let not the spirit wander while the words of prayer run on out of our mouth.
The Spirit of God bears no witness to Christless sermons. Leave Jesus out of your preaching, and the Holy Spirit will never come upon you. Why should he? Has he not come on purpose that he may testify of Christ? Did not Jesus say, ‘He shall glorify me: for he shall receive of mine, and shall show it unto you’? Yes, the subject was Christ, and nothing but Christ, and such is the teaching which the Spirit of God will own. Be it ours never to wander from this central point: may we determine to know nothing among men but Christ and his cross.
If men must beg to live, May the Creator also go wandering and perish.