There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still;So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. - Robert W. Service
Camille, a few feet away, looked like a gypsy who had mislaid his violin and had been searching for it in a hedgerow; he frustrated daily the best efforts of an expensive tailor, wearing his clothes as a subtle comment on the collapsing social order. - Hilary Mantel
I am wild, untameable, the storm and the eye withinAn unpredictable gypsy, with passion beyond your wildest dreamsand unquenchable desiresfor you and you alone...Persistent and fiercely loyal, today I choose to be all of theseand more…Will you still be here tomorrow? - Virginia Alison
I finally understand. Cancer is not a gypsy curse. It's a huge smashing wave. It catches you and drags you out. And anybody can be spit back up, and anybody can drown. -The Lucky Place - Zu Vincent
We make a home for ourselves, every time we work on something: actors, writers, singers, building these little nests in our gypsy souls, in place of the ones we so seldom seem to make in our own lives. And then suddenly it's over, and we have to start again. - Alan Brennert
The girl was a gypsy before an illness took control of her legs, now she watches in awe the world pass by whilst stillness teaches her about inner strength. - Nikki Rowe
She was drawn to the wild warriors, they had to have a little gypsy in their veins. - Nikki Rowe
You could tell she was a free spirit, a gypsy, just by looking at her. A smile like that doesn't come from a sad soul. - Nikki Rowe
She's a gypsy girl living in a materialistic world, Unattached to most things but in love with life itself. - Nikki Rowe
I kept my whole life in suitcase, Never really stayed in one place,Maybe that's the way it should be,You know I live my life like a gypsy. - Shinedown
It strkes me as singularly inappropriate for a school to use its students for fund-raising. It reminded me of the first time I saw a gypsy mother send her baby out to beg.
She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets. - Nikki Rowe