Quotes About Exploration

And I kind of love it that you want to know everything.

what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two

If there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light-years from to get to his. You would die getting to him.

Eu am optat pentru Via??, îi spusese. Vreau s? tr?iesc, s? v?d ce are s? se întâmple pân? la urm?...

Will carried Zoe on his back and zoomed around on the sidewalk and she laughed and bounced up and down and lost one of her flip-flops so we had to go back and retrace our steps in the dark which I suppose is the meaning of life.

No hem de rumiar on anem ni patir la incertesa de no saber on anirem. (No tenim mapa de cap lloc.)

You can know the whole world and still feel lost in it.

You will never know all there is to know. You will learn until your final days. Then you will inspire someone else. This is what an artist does.

You will never know all there is to know. You will learn until your final days.

Doubt is how you find God

Look. It's one of the shortest sentences in the English language. But we don't really look, Chika. Not as adults. We look over. We glance. We move on. You looked. Your eyes flickered with curiosity. You caught fireflies and asked if they had batteries. You unearthed a penny and asked if it was treasure. And without prompting, you knew discovery should be shared.

Why would they want to?

One small step for frog, one giant leap for the two of us.

Para conocerte a ti mismo, que es lo mismo que comprender el mundo entero, no necesitas buscar más allá de las lindes de tu propia vida: el florido prado, los bosques inexplorados.

Seguirei adiante sozinho, de modo que você possa me procurar por lá.

Your adventure is your own. No one may ever take it from you.

One has to walk through the fields of knowledge to pick its flowers. Run, and you will miss the best blossoms.

Somewhere between dust and the stars

In their phones were antennas, and these antennas sniffed out an invisible world, as if by magic, a world that was all around them, and also nowhere, transporting them to places distant and near, and to places that had never been and would never be.

In America, the murky, unknown places of the world are blank screens:

She had, as was by then usual for her, been wearing her black robe, closed to her neck, and he had, as was by then usual for him, been wearing a size-too-small white T-shirt, pinned to his lean chest and stomach, and she watched him and he had circled her, and they had gone to his place that night, and she had shuffled off the weight of her virginity with some perplexity but not excessive fuss.

Smithsonian magazine, July 2001, page 55.)

There is no such thing as wasted writing.

Bir amaca baÄŸlanmayan ruh yolunu kaybeder. Çünkü her yerde olmak, hiçbir yerde olmamakt?r.