Quotes About Exploration

In order to describe and explore these questions I needed 1) to examine the definition of paradise, 2) to delve into the power of colorism, 3) to dramatize the conflict between patriarchy and matriarchy, and 4) disrupt racial discourse altogether by signaling then erasing it.

I loved the geography part. Learning about that made me want to read.

As a writer reading, I came to realize the obvious: the subject of the dream is the dreamer. The fabrication of an Africanist persona is reflexive; an extraordinary meditation on the self; a powerful exploration of the fears and desires that reside in the writerly conscious. It is an astonishing revelation of longing, of terror, of perplexity, of shame, of magnanimity. It requires hard work not to see this.

Rick Starmover and Hal Sono in Space Wars: The Return.

Writers do not write about a place because they belong there, but because they want to.

We can't condone what the Spanish did; it seems barbaric to us," Larry said. "But I admire their tenacity, giving up everything familiar to come here. It would have been like traveling to the moon today." Tim agreed. "Unless you reenact Mother Teresa, you're going to run into problems if you judge people by today's moral standards.

But I knew there was something better: there was an outside – an outside of me.

I had always thought of the sea as a boundary keeping me in my place on land. Now, though, it became an opening.

People had gone west leaving behind all sorts of trouble; what they found in California was the space and freedom to create new trouble.

had come to London for a reason, not to enjoy anonymity and solitude whilst eyeing the wider horizon.

Los buscadores dedicamos horas y horas, día tras día, haga el tiempo que haga, con la cara quemada por el sol, el cabello enmarañado por el viento, los ojos siempre entornados y las manos agrietadas. Tenemos las botas llenas de barro y con manchas del agua de mar. Nuestra ropa acaba mugrienta al final de la jornada. A menudo no encontramos nada, pero somos pacientes y trabajadores y no nos desanimamos cuando regresamos a casa con las manos vacías.

To be a real traveler you must be willing to give yourself over to the moment and take yourself out of the center of your universe

If we don't offer ourself to the unknown, our senses dull. Our world becomes small and we lose our sense of wonder. Our eyes don't lift to the horizon; our ears don't hear the sounds around us. The edge is off our experience, and we pass our days in a routine that is both comfortable and limiting. We wake up one day and find that we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days.

This is why we need to travel. If we don't offer ourselves to the unknown, our senses dull. Our world becomes small and we lose our sense of wonder. Our eyes don't lift to the horizon; our ears don't hear the sounds around us. The edge is off our experience, and we pass our days in a routine that is both comfortable and limiting. We wake up one day and find that we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days.

The world doesn't extend in merely two dimensions. There exist profound depths within itself. This world could never be summarized by materialism or any single doctrine. Accept the great mysteries...and explore the universe from within your world. That is the way of magic.

If I had a talent I could claim, it would be as a finder of trouble. Which is undoubtedly what I'd find by sticking my nose where it had no right to be. But would I let a thought of trouble stop me? Not a snowflake's chance in hell.

Why? is the boy's motto, why does, why is, why not? Food, weather, time, fires, sea and season, clothes and cars and people; it's all grist to the mill of why.

there are NO rules, merely suggestions

Solvitur Ambulando.

But for a moment I stay there, suspended above the green swell of the land as though thrown up onto the crest of a wave, seeing for the first time a break in the at horizon. For this the boats crossed the ocean, the wagons climbed the mountain pass. For this the songs were sung with desert all around. This is what is given: the promise there is still a way, if we can find it, the promise we can always be renewed.

She was always over the horizon, chasing stars.

Come along,' I told the donkey. 'There's a precedent for this.' Manny

Lista para la siguiente aventura, princesa? -Estoy lista si tú lo estás-Dijo ella en voz baja.

E se tu dormissi? E se nel sonno tu sognassi? E se nel tuo sogno salissi al cielo e lì cogliessi un mirabile fiore? E se al tuo risveglio quel fiore fosse fra le tue mani? (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)