Roaming Quotes

You have to believe in yourself. That's the secret.

Sins are like chains and locks preventing their perpetrator from roaming the vast garden of Tawheed and reaping the fruits of righteous actions.

I liked roaming around by myself.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

I learned a lot I wouldn't have learned roaming the streets of Dallas.

Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality, And the vast all that is called Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead.

The judge is not the knight-errant, roaming at will in pursuit of his own ideal of beauty or of goodness.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed.

What is the point of roaming the world when it's the same misery everywhere?

Don't time travel into the past, roaming through the nuances as if they can change. Don't bookmark pages you've already read.

I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common

Huge herds of vigorous, curious, open-eyed Americans freely roaming the world are, it seems to me, quite possibly a vital national resource today as at no other time in our history.

I'd rather stay here with all the madmen than perish with the sadmen roaming free.

And it was only when we invented the spear and began roaming the planet that technologies got complex and central to human survival.

I still am very afraid to Google myself. There are some embarrassing roaming photos that I wish weren't on Google. But I intend to not Google myself.

Are you staring at me because you've seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you're too shy to ask?

your lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends. The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.

Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary.

I’m getting all warm and fuzzy inside at the prospect of these demon things roaming the street, preying on us. (Tate)

Attempts to tame the wayward and domesticate the riotous, to make the unknowable predictable and enchain the free-roaming - all such things sound the death knell to love. Eros won't outlast duality. As far as love is concerned, possession, power, fusion and disenchantment are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.