Quotes About Exploration

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? —it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. We

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? —it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

C'è sempre qualcosa di più, un po' più in là... non finisce mai.

Nulla dietro di me, tutto avanti, è sempre così sulla strada...

We live to long, so long I will, and jounce down that mountain highest perfect knowing or no highest perfect knowing full of glorious ignorant looking to sparkle elsewhere-

Hopalong Cassidy conducting his great white horse across the traffic;

Con la aparición de Dean Moriarty comenzó la parte de mi vida que podría llamarse mi vida en la carretera

Once upon a time there'd been a blue-eyed sea captain dining in here.

we pass the fields of Perry and Madrone and where they make wine, and it's all there, all sweet the furrows of brown, with blossoms and one time we took a siding to wait for 98 and I ran out there like the hound of the Baskervilles and got me a few old prunes not longer fitten to eat - the propietor seeing me, trainman running guiltily back to engine with a stolen prune, always I was running, always was running, running to throw switches, running in my sleep and running now - happy.

But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

The straight line will take you only to death.

I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer.

You know," I said, "I think it doesn't make any difference to him anyway. He's just satisfied to wander around and forget things.

With the coming of Dean Moriarity began the part of my life you could call my life on the road.

Ä°nsanlardan uzakla??rken arkana bak?p da onlar? yavaÅŸ yavaÅŸ gözden kaybolan birer leke olarak gördüÄŸünde kap?ld???n o duygu nedir? Fazlas?yla büyük olan dünyan?n bizi içine yuvarlamas?d?r, vedad?r bu. Ne ki, gökyüzünün alt?nda bizi bir bekleyen bir sonraki ç?lg?n serüvene doÄŸru uzan?r?z yine.

The whole purpose of mountain-climbing to me isn't just to show off you can get to the top, it's getting out to this wild country.

Port Allen – onde o rio é todo chuva e rosas sob uma escuridão nebulosa e insignificante, onde entramos numa estrada sinuosa sob a luminosidade amarelada da neblina, e, de repente, numa volta, vislumbramos o viscoso vulto volátil escoando suas águas sob a ponte e cruzamos outra vez a eternidade.

The endless poem.

Then Indiana fields again, and St. Louis as ever in its great valley clouds of afternoon. The muddy cobbles and the Montana logs, the broken steamboats, the ancient signs, the grass and the ropes by the river. The endless poem.

I had been spending a quiet Christmas in the country, as I realized when we got back into the house and I saw the Christmas tree, the presents, and smelled the roasting turkey and listened to the talk of the relatives, but now the bug was on me again, and the bug's name was Dean Moriarty and I was off on another spurt around the road.

Ce n'è ancora, di strada

He began to learn Yes! to everything, just like Dean at this time, and hasn't stopped since.

For a moment it was no different from being in Newark, except for the great hugeness outside that I loved so much.

and only because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere