Aimless Wandering Quotes

Road's in front o' me, Nothin' to do but walk.

So many words get lost. They leave the mouthand lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past.

An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk's sake.

I spent a lot of time standing on street corners [of New York City] talking to local residents. I spent time in bookstores and galleries. But most of the time, I really did not have much to do.

I don't think I had even begun to have an idea where I was going, but wherever it was, that was where I wanted to go.

Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. We need hours of aimless wandering or spates of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of ants and the canopy of treetops.

The university is well structured, well tooled, to turn out people with all the sharp edges worn off, the well-rounded person. The university is well equipped to produce that sort of person, and this means that the best among the people who enter must for four years wander aimlessly much of the time questioning why they are on campus at all, doubting whether there is any point in what they are doing, and looking toward a very bleak existence afterward in a game in which all of the rules have been made up, which one cannot really amend.

And he didn't really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere, because you really have to go somewhere, don't you?

I like the digressive kind of traveling, where there's not a particular, set, goal.

I really think I ambled through a lot of my life, or ambled from one thing to the other.

I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses.

You are good when you are one with yourself. Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil. For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house. And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom.

Drifting, without aim or purpose, is the first cause of failure.

Adults forget the depths of languor into which the adolescent mind decends with ease. They are prone to undervalue the mental growth that occurs during daydreaming and aimless wandering

And one's wandering proved as sterile and pointless as the excitement produced by a close study of pornographic albums.

I didn't write. I just wandered about.

What people forget is a journey to nowhere starts with a single step, too.

I have come to believe that the best kind of walk, or journey, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

Thus, in a middle course between these heights and depths, they drifted through life rather than lived, the prey of aimless days and sterile memories, like wandering shadows that could have acquired substance only by consenting to root themselves in the solid earth of their distress.

Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within...By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.

I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.

I simply seem to drift. But I sort of allow the drift, because it has a kind of check - it forces me to work harder at what I'm interested in.

The destination is the belt, but you never arrive at just the belt. You're always on the way to something else. You never truly arrive anywhere. But winning the belt, it's a nice pit stop.

They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.