Wandering Soul Quotes

“Becoming free is learning about yourself; the scared and the insecure, the brilliant and the bold. Embrace both and the journey is yours and yours alone. No longer are you following another’s directions and your path and purpose will present themselves. Only then might you find another wandering soul doing the same thing, who can walk with you but on their own journey. All of a sudden you might find a shared passion and a wrinkled map on the trail that makes sense.”
― Riitta Klint

“I'll tell you what I miss.
I miss that throbbing heart telling me to take a leap when the sky looks too dark.
I miss the walk that I took in the narrow cobblestoned pathways that fumed of history and undying stories of love and loss.
I miss the coffee that scented like mist in a frozen dream in a land of strange beauty.
I miss the afternoon tea that followed my pen to hours of happy melancholy.
I miss the muse I saw dance in a foreign land of near heart.
I miss the stranger smiling at me from a corner and teaching me his language to smile at my twinkled happiness.
I miss that symphony of mad evenings ending in a sky full of stars to fill my soul with an unknown ecstasy.
I miss that hand of an old woman trying to tell me her story.
I miss that child running up to me in a crowd of unknown faces to hand me her candy.
I miss that night where I lay back on a distant balcony gazing at the solitary moon for hours knowing that it is shining at my homeland just as bright.
I miss that stranger listening to my heart and telling me how beautiful it is.
I miss a wandering soul, who went on filling her breath with life of eternal love in the wings of Life.
And I'll tell you now when I look back I see how wonderful Time has treated me and how grateful I am to have lived in moments that roar of a beautiful Life lived with a heart throbbing to take a leap once again in that ocean of Life's beguiling journey.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee

“If you keep wandering in the dark streets, may be it is because you find peace in the darkness rather than in the light!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Victoria Park looks like every other inner-city park in every other city in Canada; a large and handsome memorial to the war dead surrounded by a square block of hard-tracked grass and benches where people can sit and look at statues of politicians or at flower beds planted with petunias and marigolds, the cheap and the hardy, downtown survivors.”
― Gail Bowen

“Wandering souls discover sleepless dreams.”
― paul sachudhanandam

“And so I tell you, restless one, that no matter what happens, when things get dark, look to the light and keep moving forward in faith.”
― Seth Adam Smith, Rip Van Winkle and the Pumpkin Lantern

“I was drained of money very rapidly. In a fortnight I was reduced to short allowance; that is, I could allow myself only one meal a-day. From the keen appetite produced by constant exercise, and mountain air, acting on a youthful stomach, I soon began to suffer greatly on this slender regimen; for the single meal, which I could venture to order, was coffee or tea. Even this, however, was at length withdrawn: and afterwards, so long as I remained in Wales, I subsisted either on blackberries, hips, haws, or on the casual hospitalities which I now and then received, in return for such little services as I had an opportunity of rendering.”
― Thomas de Quincey, De Quincey's Writings

“I don't settle down. I am the Wanderer and wandering is my destiny.”
― Avijeet Das

“I miss how wild our hearts were, how infinite we felt. How we never saw an end to wandering.”
― Marie-Kristin Hofmann, Remember the wild girl

“Life has a special meaning for those who wander!”
― paul sachudhanandam

“Sometimes I become the wanderer...”
― Avijeet Das

“We seek to find new phrases; we try hard, we writhe and twist and blow; every now and then a clear harmonic cry gives new suggestions of a tune, a thought, that will someday be the only tune and thought in the world and which will raise men´s souls to joy. We find it, we lose, we wrestle for it, we find it again, we laugh, we moan. Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.”
― Bob Dylan

“It was a breezy rainy day. As the breathful afternoon melted away into a warm evening, the cold caress of fresh air lapped up my heart with images of forever's smile. I watched and watched how a little boy walked hand in hand with his mother, how an old man sat waiting for someone in a distant shelter, how a youthful love sparkled away in that gentle embrace of moments in making, how an old lady watched the children laughing away in a happy carousel, how a noisy afternoon throbbed through clutching silences, how the sky sailed along a bunch of stories never to share, an untold harmony of unsung moments. And as the rain smoothed its wings to a lulling breeze, I saw a day smiling with moments of forever's shine. It was a breezy rainy day, and one of the most beautiful days of my wandering heart.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee

“And I became the Wanderer!”
― Avijeet Das , Why the Silhouette?

“And I keep wandering in search of a nothingness...”
― Avijeet Das, Why the Silhouette?

“He loved talking to the mountains. He loved talking to the breeze. He loved to drift. And he loved to ride his motorcycle.”
― Avijeet Das

“One day you will meet someone with wounds as deep as yours--a wandering soul left in the cold by everyone they've ever known.

And together, you'll create a home with the warmth neither of you were ever shown.”
― Samira Vivette

“When you get to the Food Hall, you eat and you drink.
You're starving by the time you arrive, so you pretty much stuff your face with everything.
Pomegranate pips. Mushroom caps. Blood-red wine.
Soda pop. Cinnabuns. Spicy Girl rolls.
This thing you had once on vacation with your parents, at a bed-and-breakfast that hasn't been there for a decade. This other thing you couldn't have eaten while you were alive, even if you wanted to, because the restaurant that makes it won't open for years.
That's the cool thing about the Food Hall. It serves, like, everything. Anything. Whatever you want. Whatever you feel. It's full of coffee shops and grocery stores and restaurants. There's bodegas and clam bakes and a whole island of cheese. Imagined places to hit up for imaginary meals. Carbon copies of your favorites from the Living world.
It's endless. All-you-can-eat. Edible Eden, basically.
And it's all there to feed you because that's the whole reason the Food Hall exists--- to nourish the spirits of the Afterlife. To help us get full so we can move On to our next lives.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“You know there are ways to travel; you heard the stories even when you were alive. Spirits returning for festivals. For offerings left in their name. For Halloween. There were spirits that haunted old Victorians, and gas station bathrooms, and amusement parks. It can't be that hard.
But when you start asking around, other spirits--- Hungry ones who've been in the Food Hall much longer, old-timers with sunken faces, shadowed limbs--- tell you that there's only one way back that can sate the Hunger.
They call it the Magic Meal. A Reincarnosh. An Aftertaste.
It has a lot of names, but if you find yours, it's a Golden Ticket. A way to return to your Living. A last meal to help them finally let you go.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“You hear rumors, that the New Guy's legit. That he used to be a chef and knows all about food. That there's someone on the other side working with him. That they can bypass the Hall, summon Aftertastes on demand.
That they can smuggle you through.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste