That these people are wandering around, looking for aliens to justify the emptiness inside them and let them feel special without effort, creeps me out.
The longer a nation's history, the more wars, invasions, wanderings, and periods of captivity it has seen-the greater the diversity of its faces.
And the Earth Becomes my Throne I adapt to the Unknown Under Wandering Stars I've grown I ask no one.
There is no error more absurd, and yet more rooted in the heart of man, than the belief that his sufferings will promote his spiritual safety.
I never plan for the future but wander into it with a smile on my face, hope in my heart, and the hair up on the nape of my neck.
What we seek when we wander usually leads us back home.
We violate the innocence of things in the name of rationality so we can wander about, uninterrupted, in our search for passion and sentiment.
My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry.
He’d never been shy, but he’d always been a little uncertain around girls. He just couldn’t believe they liked him.
A person does not grow from the ground like a vine or a tree, one is not part of a plot of land. Mankind has legs so it can wander.
Keep in mind that the reason you know you can be good to others is only because you've taken strides to be better for and to yourself.
I have been hurt so bad and I still love so hard, I admire my heart for that.
When you live in love and light, you will not go unseen; ignite the world with every flame of your being.
Today's scientists have substituted mathematics for experiments, and they wander off through equation after equation, and eventually build a structure which has no relation to reality.
I sometimes got distracted easily and allowed my mind to wander when I needed to be focused. It's quite subtle, really, and just being aware of it helps.
If people want to find me, they can. They'll see a middle-aged woman wandering around the grocery store, looking to see what to buy for dinner.
People make interesting assumptions about the profession. The writer is a mysterious figure, wandering lonely as a cloud, fired by inspiration, or perhaps a cocktail or two.
My mind started wandering. I started playing carefully, instead of playing the way that had gotten me to that point. I had to force myself to keep driving the ball.
Quite casually I wander into my plot, poke around with my characters for a while, then amble off, leaving no moral proved and no reader improved.
Under wandering stars, in the carousel of your dreams; there where the moon is listening in your life - and gentle face, mysterious Emeralds, shone into my heart.
There the wild animals wandered and fed as though they were in a pasture that stretched much farther than a man could see, and there were no settlers. Only Indians lived there.
