Quotes About Exploration

What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life by him who interests himself in everything.

a journey into the unknown in the world without produces a movement towards new and unknown areas in our world within.

What a ridiculous sentiment. 'Adventures' is just a different name for 'terrible ideas.

Sometimes my feelings get so big that I just want to swim out into the darkness. Just jump off the end of the world. Sometimes I want to dig, right down to the bones of everything. Sometimes when you dig, you dig up stuff you might not want to find. But that's where the good stuff lies.

There are many places that are not made for staying," Heckleck said. "They are too harsh, too hard, and too far away from whatever you call home. You don't root where you don't have to, unless you're unluck.

Architecture should have little to do with problem solving - rather it should create desirable conditions and opportunities hitherto thought impossible.

Het trage, tropische voortslenteren, de manier van lopen van de flaneur, is de beste manier om een land te leren kennen. Ik lees, ik schrijf en ik voel hoe het land langzaam in mij doorsijpelt - haast is fataal voor de reiziger.

Ik heb het ongelukkige karakter van iemand die altijd achter de volgende heuvel wil kijken, en die nog steeds niet geleerd heeft dat daarachter weer een andere heuvel ligt.

La città è un libro, chi va in giro a passeggio il suo lettore. Può iniziare da una pagina qual siasi, può andare avanti o indietro nel tempo e nello spazio. Forse il libro ha un inizio, ma è ben lontano dall'avere una fine. Le sue parole sono frontoni, scavi, nomi, date, statue.

Quello che faccio io non si può quasi più chiamare viaggiare, non si scopre più niente, si digita, controlla, smentisce e conferma, immagini e idee vengono confrontate con la "realtà", ciò che in ultima istanza vado a fare è vedere se il Giappone esiste davvero, come se uno spettatore al cinema potesse entrare nello schermo e sedersi a tavola con i protagonisti.

Lydia, five years old, standing on tiptoe to watch vinegar and baking soda foam in the sink. Lydia tugging a heavy book from the shelf, saying, "Show me again, show me another." Lydia, touching the stethoscope, ever so gently, to her mother's heart. Tears blur Marilyn's sight. It had not been science that Lydia had loved

All up and down the street the houses looked like any others—but inside them were people who might be happy, or taking refuge, or steeling themselves to go out into the world, searching for something better. So many lives she would never know about, unfolding behind those doors.

In Pauline and Mal's house, nothing was simple. In her parents' house, things had been good or bad, right or wrong, useful or wasteful. There had been nothing in between. Here, she found, everything had nuance; everything had an unrevealed side or unexplored depths. Everything was worth looking at more closely.

Here, she found, everything had nuance; everything had an unrevealed side or unexplored depths.

Era tão fácil (...) descobrir coisas sobre as pessoas. Estava tudo disponível, tudo sobre elas. Bastava procurar. Era possível descobrir qualquer coisa sobre alguém caso se esforçasse para isso.

Mac's Backs supplied him with well-worn copies of On the Road and Dharma Bums, the poems of Frank O'Hara and Rainer Maria Rilke and Pablo Neruda,

Even her beloved Warren gave up at that point -- "I don't need to know how it works, Mi," he told her at last, "I just want to see the pictures" -- and Mia realized that she was crossing into a place she would have to go alone.

Lydia—so long enthralled by the dreams of others—could not yet imagine what that might be, but suddenly the universe glittered with possibilities.

she was trying on new skins, like all teenagers do,

the feeling that the place you're in is too small.

inquisitive chirp, a self that curled up at the edges.

Seçme hürriyetimizin s?n?rs?z oldu?u tek dünya, kitaplar dünyas?d?r.

Yabanc? dil, dü?ünceyi tan?tan ve tatt?ran bir anahtard?r, bir "medeniyet anahtar?".

Un paese ci vuole, non fosse che per il gusto di andarsene via.