Drifting Quotes

“At the beginning of our life, we may feel bare and helpless and gradually adorn ourselves with the most fanciful trappings, trying to be ‘someone else’. After erring and drifting, we eventually realize we want to discover ‘ourselves’, without any airbrushing, so as to meet our real self and not the one imposed on us. ("Lost the global story.")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“At such moments the collapse of their courage, willpower, and endurance was so abrupt that they felt they could never drag themselves out of the pit of despond into which they had fallen. Therefore they forced themselves never to think about the problematic day of escape, to cease looking to the future, and always to keep, so to speak, their eyes fixed on the ground at their feet. But, naturally enough, this prudence, this habit of feinting with their predicament and refusing to put up a fight, was ill rewarded. For, while averting that revulsion which they found so unbearable, they also deprived themselves of those redeeming moments, frequent enough when all is told, when by conjuring up pictures of a reunion to be, they could forget about the plague. 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.”
― Camus Albert, The Plague

“I wish you'd fall in love with me," she said.
"Why?"
"Because you're really someone worth falling in love with. And if we were in love, I wouldn't be drifting. I wouldn't be nobody. At least not while I was with you.”
― Anne Rampling, Belinda

“Every time we left a place, I felt the things that happened there being wiped clean, till all that was left was Ella, our fights and our talks and our winding roads. I wrote down dates and places in the corners of my books, and lost them along the way.”
― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood

“Once a year the Hattifatteners collect there before setting out again on their endless foraging expedition round the world. They come from all points of the compass, silent and serious with their small, white empty faces, and why they hold this yearly meeting it is difficult to say, as they can neither hear nor speak, and have no object in life but the distant goal of their journey's end. Perhaps they like to have a place where they feel at home and can rest a little and meet friends.”
― Tove Jansson, Finn Family Moomintroll

“Why do you weep, child? We of the Floating World live only for the moment, giving all our time to the pleasures of cherry blossoms and snow and maple leaves, the calling of a cricket, the beauty of the moon, waning and growing and being reborn, singing our songs and drinking cha and saké, knowing perfumes and the touch of silks, caressing for pleasure, and drifting, always drifting. Listen, child: never sad, always drifting as a lily on the current in the stream of life. How lucky you are, Kiku-chan, you’re a Princess of Ukiyo, the Floating World, drift, live for the moment. . . .”
― James Clavell, Shōgun

“She day-dreams just as I do. She is addicted to her solitude just as I am. She loves watching the rain-drops fall slowly on to the green leaves of an old guava tree just as I do. She loves drifting in time and time travel just as I do. She loves looking at the waves dashing against the rocks just as I do.”
― Avijeet Das

“Sometimes he felt his loneliness. But these moments of solitude and loneliness gave meaning to his existence. He would keep drifting from moment to moment - inhaling the fragrances of these moments like one inhaled from the flowers in a garden!”
― Avijeet Das

“She daydreams just as I do. She loves watching the raindrops fall slowly from the sky just as I do. At times, she gets lost while reading books just as I do. She loves drifting in time and time travel just as I do.”
― Avijeet Das

“Sometimes he felt his loneliness. But these moments of solitude and loneliness gave meaning to his existence. He would keep drifting from moment to moment - inhaling the fragrances of these moments as one inhaled from the flowers in a garden.”
― Avijeet Das

“Wandering aimlessly, I love the thrill of unknown paths. I am a nomad. I am a wanderer. I am a drifter. Why do I keep on drifting? Yes, I wish I knew why? I am not aware of the reason myself. Why do I keep on drifting?”
― Avijeet Das

“She wanted me as the moon wants the sun, but I was wandering as the breeze, so I drifted away.”
― Avijeet Das

“You will desperately realise the necessity of casting anchor to somewhere or being chained to someone or something when you are drifting in the emptiness of life!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“We writers love our wanderings. In search of newer experiences and newer fragrances, we keep drifting from place to place!”
― Avijeet Das

“I'm not actually planning anything. A certain period of drifting is in order.”
― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News

“We keep drifting from one city to another, inhaling the inimitable fragrances of the myriad places.”
― Avijeet Das

“I wondered where those roads, in which the world diverged,
became the promises of another life,
the hilly embankment that touched the horizon in
tranquil virescent spikes, splattered with hazel lines,
that conquered truth and candour.”
― Phen Weston, Under the Rose

“Some moments drift and some moments make us drift!”
― Avijeet Das

“Why do I keep on drifting? Yes, I wish I knew why? I am not aware of the reason myself. Why do I keep on drifting?”
― Avijeet Das

“While I was sauntering down the road, the rain was drizzling from the clouds that were drifting in the sky. And I could not decide who was the wanderer - the rain, or the clouds, or me!”
― Avijeet Das

“I wake up in strange beds and in unknown rooms. I wander in dark alleys and crooked roads. Some days I don’t even see the sun. Some nights the moon hides from me. I am the wanderer and wandering is my destiny!”
― Avijeet Das

“While I was sauntering down the road, the rain was drizzling from the clouds, and the clouds were drifting in the sky.
And I could not decide who was the wanderer - the rain, or the clouds, or me!”
― Avijeet Das

“The stars come out. I look for the moon, but it eludes me. I can't find or measure my way. Drift, drift. If I just close my eyes I'll get there.
I sleep some more.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, McGlue

“Oh Kabira, where are you going?
Are you going away again?
Have you forsaken your true love?
Have you forgotten your own own words?

The night will never end
And the stars will keep on shining
Are you going to be sad, forever?
Are you going to be a wanderer, forever?

You will never find sleep in your eyes
Because your mind keeps on drifting
If you keep on this drifting
You will never sleep in your life

For some people life means drifting
Wandering from place to place
They hitch-hike and walk
Traveling on the endless road of Life

Oh Kabira, where are you going?
Are you going away again?
Have you forsaken your true love?
Have you forgotten your own words?”
― Avijeet Das

“Some moments drift and some moments make us drift!”
― Avijeet Dad

“She daydreams just as I do. She loves watching the raindrops fall slowly from the sky just as I do. She gets lost while reading books just as I do. She loves drifting in time and time travel just as I do.”
― Avijeet Das

“I’m one walker that’s stood way up and looked way down acrost aplenty of pretty sights in all their veiled and nakedest season. Thumbing it. Hitching it. Walking and talking it. Chalking it. Marking it. Sighting it and hearing it. Seeing and feeling and breathing and smelling it in, sucking down me, rubbing it all in the pores of my skin, and the wind between my eyes knocking honey in my comb….”
― Woody Guthrie

“A writer's life is different from the life of a normal man's life. A writer cannot settle down at one place. He has to keep traveling and drifting from one place to another. Because his travels give meaning and substance to his stories and poetry, he must keep on traveling. The people he meets and the places he visits give unique perspectives to him to think, reflect and write about.

A writer does not belong to one village, one city, one town, or one country. A writer belongs to the world.”
― Avijeet Das

“A writer's life is different from that of a normal man's. A writer cannot settle down in one place. He has to keep traveling and drifting from one place to another. Because his travels give meaning and substance to his stories and poetry, he must keep on traveling. The people he meets and the places he visits give him unique perspectives to think about, reflect on, and write about.

A writer does not belong to one village, one city, one town, or one country. A writer belongs to the world.”
― Avijeet Das

“We seek permanence in what drifts.
We drift in what we hold permanent.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul