Quotes About Exploration

Every mind is a world of its own

maybe she was losing her mind. or maybe… maybe she was finding it.

What was he? Storyteller and secretary and doer of odd jobs, neither Tizerkane nor delegate, just someone along for the dream.

How often did this happen to people, this not knowing where in the world you were?

He moved through his mind with the assuredness of an explorer and the grace of a poet.

He had crossed continents and drunk starlight from rivers without names. There was no going back from that.

Karou had things to do. Sometimes they took a few hours; other times, she was gone for days and returned weary and disheveled, maybe pale, maybe sunburned, or with a limp, or possibly a bite mark, and once with an unshakable fever that had turned out to be malaria.

All evening long, real snow would fall from the ceiling to glitter on the lashes of dancing girls and ardent boys, but Neve and the Dreamer didn't linger. They had other things to do: *all* of them. All the things, dreamed and undreamed, in the depth and breadth of the whole spinning world.

Plants...dreamed they were birds...and they found rich soil and sweet seas and plants that dreamed they were birds and drifted up to the clouds on leaves like wings.

They marked his first consideration that there might be other ways of living than the one he knew. Better, sweeter ways.

It wasn't simply a question of parlors and tea trays - though there was that, too. If she were coming in reality he would be limited by reality. But dreams were a different matter. He was Strange the Dreamer. This was his realm, and there were no limits here.

Men should have squint lines from looking at the horizon," the old librarian had said, "not just from reading in dim light.

What's a horizon?" Lazlo asked, straight-faced. "Is it like the end of an aisle of books?

and when the Tizerkane warriors rode out of the Great Library and out of Zosma, Strange the dreamer went with them.

A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light.

War is all we've been taught, but there are other ways to live. We can find them, Akiva. We can invent them. This is the beginning, here.

Un uomo dovrebbe avere le zampe di gallina per aver scrutato troppo l'orizzonte, non soltanto per aver letto con poca luce».

Se uita in ochii ei de parca in ei erau lumi intregi , minuni si descoperiri.

A different sort of life, she thought, and the words became a mantra to the melody of the Emberlin. A different sort of life, a different sort of life. Where

Sé un zamurai. Porque nunca sabes lo que te vas a encontrar al otro lado del maldito cielo

He visto otros universos. He estado en ellos. Y los he destruido.

lost and found, both lighter and heavier at the same time.

Just to find you and be in the world that you're in…

I wanted, I told her, to lie under the stars and smell different breezes. I wanted to drink different waters, feel different heats. Stand with my comrades atop the ruin of old ideas. Plant my boot and steel my eye and not run. I said all this to my dead mother, spoke it down through the dirt: there was a conflagration to come; I wanted to lend it my spark.