Quotes About Exploration

Entonces vamos, Manello. Vamos hacia la noche, hacia los nuevos conocimientos.

If you want to get back to being productive, you're going to have to look under all those rocks, feel your feelings, and come out on the other side of that journey.

Every clarinet has its own particular bag of tricks, which must be exploited and explored.

From the stars we came, and to the stars we return.

What are you going to do for fun if you can't devastate planets anymore? I'll have to find another hobby, I guess.

Libraries are medieval forests masking opportunity and danger; every aisle is a path, every catalog reference a clue to the location of the Holy Grail. It is here that I become privy to the sacred songs of kings and the ballads of rogues. Here are tales of life-and-death struggles of other wayfarers as they battle personal dragons and woo fair maidens. Walking down this hallway, I am a knight entering the forest in search of the truth...

It is funny that some of must not only get our bearings but must also know all the details of the world before we venture out into it.

What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.

I just won't sleep, I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

The road must eventually lead to the whole world.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.

It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

All of life is a foreign country.

Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain...