Quotes About Exploration

Camping: The art of getting closer to nature while getting farther away from the nearest cold beverage, hot shower, and flush toilet.

Childhood is the sleep of reason...

Don't think you're on the right road just because it's a well-beaten path.

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity.

This delicate little plant [curiosity], aside from stimulation, stands mainly in need of freedom.

Death has its own treasure map with different riches than Life.

What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.

Dreams are foreign lands within the bounds of our own minds.

Dreams are free therapy. Consult your inner Freud.

...and only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out just how far one can go.

Curiosity had twins — one was Invention and the other was Stick Yer Nose Into Things.

It has been a task in my practice of yoga to feel the unlimited aspects of Self as well as to explore and challenge the physical aspects — both pleasant and painful. This challenge is emotional, intellectual, psychological, physical, and spiritual.

The road through Irish history is made up of lanes which wind about, and never come to an end till they twist into pathways which never begin.

We were not many, and the world was very small. There were strange lands to the east- islands like Akutan; so we thought all the world was islands, and did not mind.

It was bewildering. He was sprawling through solidity. And ever the light grew brighter. Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.

And closely akin [...] was the call still sounding in the depths of the forest. It filled him with a great unrest and strange desires. It caused him to feel a vague, sweet gladness, and he was aware of wild yearnings and stirrings for he knew not what.

I, for one, never can have too many books; nor can my books cover too many subjects. I may never read them all, but they are always there, and I never know what strange coast I am going to pick up at any time in sailing the world of knowledge.

He studied the nail-formation, and prodded the finger-tips, now sharply, and again softly, gauging the nerve-sensations produced. It fascinated him, and he grew suddenly fond of this subtle flesh of his that worked so beautifully and smoothly and delicately. Then he would cast a glance of fear at the wolf-circle drawn expectantly about him, and like a blow the realization would strike him that this wonderful body of his, this living flesh, was no more than so much meat...

He sniffed the sweetness of the tawny grass, which entered his brain and set his thoughts whirling on from the particular to the universal.

Không nên tin vào b? ngoài, mà trÆ°á»›c h?t ph?i Ä'em ra thá»­ thách thá»±c t?.

ketch all alone with a black crew from Malaita.  And Romance lured and beckoned before Joan's eyes when she learned he was Christian Young, a Norfolk Islander, but a direct descendant of John Young, one of the original Bounty mutineers.  The blended Tahitian and English blood showed in his soft

investigate. A whiff of warm air ascended to his nostrils, and there

what had taken vicinity in the back of the belt of river bushes.

Tahitians, knew that it was madness to go on alone.  So he stood waist-deep in the grass and looked regretfully across the rolling savannah and the soft-swelling foothills to the Lion's Head, a massive peak of rock that upreared into the azure from the midmost centre of Guadalcanar, a landmark used for bearings by every coasting mariner, a mountain as yet