Quotes About Exploration

I have always been obsessed with naming things. If I could name them, I could know them. If I could name them, I could tame them. They could be my friends.

I walk into a kids' store, and it's amazing, the types of instruments - little squeaky things, rattling things, spinning tops.

Once you're in a particular country, and you're surrounded by musicians who are so adept at traditional music, you suddenly realize how much there is to explore and digest and learn and experience.

come from a place of curiousity, rather than from judgment

Man is left a conscious Something in the midst, so far as he knows, of Nothing: with no resources save the exploring of his own consciousness.

Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.

But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.

Should we stop celebrating the Columbus day - the day when the first illegal immigrants entered America?

Then one day, when you least expect it, the great adventure finds you.

Andava tão em baixo que tinha perdido a confiança e já sentia o estômago às reviravoltas perante a perspetiva das estradas no Cazaquistão, Mongólia e Sibéria. Quanto a mim, esses três nomes representavam a parte fundamental da nossa aventura e só poderíamos voltar a respirar de alívio quando a tivéssemos ultrapassado.

To know that we don't know, yet to keep practicing, is the way we learn to go deeper.

It's cool to have instruments lying around because they give you different ideas.

I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, "Mamma, can I open the light?" She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art. It was a sort of metaphor, but she was not using it as ornamentation.

The Encounter" All the while they were talking the new morality Her eyes explored me. And when I rose to go Her fingers were like the tissue Of a Japanese paper napkin.

No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.

Strange is it not That of the myriads who before us pass'd the Door of darkness through, not one returns to tell us of the Road, which to discover, we must travel to.

No buscar ningún destino, ni mucho menos un destino feliz (...) prestando atención a lo que se ENCUENTRA , y no a lo que se BUSCA

How did I find myself here? Me—the man who wanted to walk around the world? On foot, no less. I wanted to be Passepartout, a traveller with little luggage, hopping from one train to another, a Thomas Cook, an Ibn Battuta. Where is Xanadu?

How did I find myself here? Me—the man who wanted to walk around the world? On foot, no less. I wanted to be Passepartout, a traveller with little luggage, a Thomas Cook, an Ibn Battuta. Where is Xanadu?

You never know how far you can travel until you start walking.

Have stakes, will travel

Traveling is the ruin of all happiness! There's no looking at a building after seeing Italy.

Can one have an internal quest that does not require the protagonist to move through a physical and internal landscape?

The crucial challenge is to learn how to read critically, analyze data, and formulate ideas—and most of all to enjoy the intellectual adventure enough to be able to do them easily and often.