Quotes About Exploration

A Edmond de Luna, el hacedor de laberintos y único superviviente de la travesía, lo encontraron atado al timón y quemado por el sol.

el placer de leer, de explorar puertas que se te abren en el alma, de abandoranse a la imaginación, a la belleza y al misterio de la ficción y del lenguaje.

Nos miramos en la penumbra buscando palabras que no existían.

I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY MY FATHER TOOK ME TO THE CEMETERY OF Forgotten Books for the first time. It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona

He let the hours go by lost in the magic of words, shedding his skin and his name, feeling like another person.

Until then, reading was just a duty, a sort of fine one had to pay teachers and tutors without quite knowing why. I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

I had never heard of the title or the author, but I didn't care. The decision had been taken. I took the book down with great care and leafed through the pages, letting them flutter. Once liberated from its prison on the shelf, it shed a cloud of golden dust. Pleased with my choice I tucked it under my arm and retraced my steps through the labyrinth, a smile on my lips.

Non sono mai andato fuori strada nella vita. Il problema in questo nostro amato paese sono le strade, non chi le percorre.

Al poco, me asaltó la idea de que tras la cubierta de cada uno de aquellos libros se abría un universo infinito por explorar y de que, más allá de aquellos muros, el mundo dejaba pasar la vida en tardes de fútbol y seriales de radio, satisfecho con ver hasta allí donde alcanza su ombligo y poco más.

Sleep is for dreamers.

we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.

Tras somera inspección, Jorge de León dictaminó que el cuaderno había sido compuesto en una lengua ajena a la cristiandad y ordenó que sus hombres fueran a buscar a un impresor llamado Raimundo de Sempere que tenía un modesto taller junto al portal de Santa Ana y que, habiendo viajado en su juventud, conocía más lenguas de las que eran aconsejables para un cristiano de bien.

El Cementerio de los Libros Olvidados tenía su propio geometría y resultaba casi imposible pasar por el mismo lugar dos veces. En más de una ocasión se había perdido en el interior y había tardado un rato en dar con el camino de descenso a la salida.

Tras él, alzándose en lo que creyó que era una basílica esculpida con todas las bibliotecas del mundo, se levantaba el laberinto que había visto desde la cima.

Aos poucos, assaltou-me a ideia de que atrás da capa de cada um daqueles livros se abria um infinito universo por explorar e que, fora daquelas paredes, o mundo deixava que a vida passasse em tardes de futebol e em novelas de rádio, satisfeito em ver apenas até onde vai o seu umbigo e pouco mais.

Paris requires more than two days," said Julián. "It won't listen to reason.

After a while it occurred to me that between the covers of each of those books lay a boundless universe waiting to be discovered, while beyond those walls, in the outside world, people allowed life to pass by in afternoons of football and radio soaps, content to do little more than gaze at their navels.

had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language.

Todo navegante que se precie tiene un iceberg en su destino.

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.

I always had plenty of ideas. I didn't exactly have them. They grew—little by little, a half an idea at a time. First, part of a phrase and then a person to go with it. After a person, then a little corner of a place for the person to be in.

The serpentine path is the path of life, a snakelike, meandering path, winding in and out, up and down, with no beginning and no end, into the darkness, into the light.

Most of us made a rather extensive study of heterosexuality before leaving it behind. -Pat Califia

He wondered exactly how lost a person could get. Lost at sea, lost in the woods. Fatally lost.