Wanderess Quotes

Roman Payne

She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She
She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.

Roman Payne

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in
You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.

Roman Payne

I was an adventurer, but she was not an adventuress. She was a 'wanderess.' Thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences - whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her.

Roman Payne

When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass.

Roman Payne

She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She
She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city

Roman Payne

She called herself Europa, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.

Roman Payne

When I touched her body,
I believed she was God.
In the curves of her form
I found the birth of Man,
the creation of the world,
and the origin of all life.

Roman Payne

To wander is to be alive.. Roman Payne
To wander is to be alive.

Roman Payne

Just as a painter paints,
and a ponderer ponders,
a writer writes,
and a wanderer wanders.

Roman Payne

She called herself an angel, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She lived every kind of life and dreamt every kind of dream. She was wild in her wandering, a drop of free water. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself an angel, and her god was Beauty.

Roman Payne

Why do we mortals wonder if it is through 'human chaos' or through 'divine perfection' when the world guides us to some magical event? In either case, is not the result the same? Is the result not 'divine perfection?

Roman Payne

With her enchanting songs, her rare beauty, and clever tricks, this wild 'wanderess' ensnared my soul like a gypsy-thief, and led me foolish and blind to where you find me now. The first time I saw her, fires were alight. It was a spicy night in Barcelona. The air was fragrant and free.

Roman Payne

From all that I saw,
and everywhere I wandered,
I learned that time cannot be spent,
It only can be squandered.

Roman Payne

Although I love elegant parties, dancing and dining and spending the night with a sweet woman in my arms, my life belongs to literature.

Roman Payne

Wherever you go in the next
catastrophé
Be it sickroom, or prison,
or cemet’ry
Do not fear that your stay will be
solit’ry
Countless souls share your fate,
you’ll have company!

Roman Payne

A glorious death would be in my
final breath to take before I die, to hear
one final time on my belovèd's mouth
the sound of her eternal sigh.

Roman Payne

A girl without braids is like a mountain without waterfalls.

Roman Payne

What a face this girl possessed! - Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it through painting or sculpture, or through fatherhood, until a second such face could be born.

Roman Payne

A girl without braids
is like a city without bridges.

Roman Payne

She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that something 'would' happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, 'would not' happen.

Roman Payne

Intoxication, like sexual euphoria, is the privilege of the human animal.

Roman Payne

Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.

Roman Payne

She was a free bird: queen of the world and laughing.

Roman Payne

No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.

Roman Payne

When she was a child,
my love carried a road map in her hand
the way other girls carried handkerchiefs.

Roman Payne

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.
I give her my life
for our love is whole
I sing her beauty
in my soul.

Roman Payne

Ô, wine!, the truth-serum so potent that all those who wish to live happy lives should abstain from drinking it entirely!... except of course when they are alone.

Roman Payne

It is only in the peach innocence of youth that life is at its crest on top of the wheel. And there being only life, the young cling to it, they fear death... And they should! ...For they are in life.

Roman Payne

I know a girl from whose body sunbeams rose to the clouds as if they’d fallen from the sun.
Her laugh was like a bangle of bells.
“Your hair is wet,” I told her one day, “Did you take a bath?”
“It is dew!” she laughed, “I’ve been lying in the grass. All morning long, I lay here waiting for the dawn.

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