Quotes About Exploration

When he reached the fence he stopped for a moment to look back at the road and then he went on, crossing into a field of rank weeds that heeled with harsh dip and clash under the wind as if fled through by something unseen.

Real trouble doesn't begin in a society until boredom has become its most general feature. Boredom will drive even quietminded people down paths they never imagined.

His own tracks came from the cave bloodred with cavemud and paled across the slope as if the snow had cauterized his feet until he left dry white prints in the snow.

They put their animals to the ford and crossed, the water up under the horses' bellies and the horses picking their way over the rocks and glancing wildly upstream where a cataract thundered out of the darkening forest into the flecked and seething pool below.

Zwei Tage später kamen sie zu einem Tidefluss, wo eine eingestürzte Brücke im langsam sich bewegenden Wasser lag. Sie saßen auf der kaputten Böschungsmauer der Straße und sahen zu, wie der Fluss zurückströmte und über das eiserne Gitterwerk spielte. Er blickte über das Wasser auf das Land dahinter. Was machen wir jetzt, Papa?, fragte er. Ja, was?, sagte der Junge.

Lumea nu are nici un nume. Numele de cerros, sierras si deserturi exista numai pe harti. Le punem nume ca sa nu ne ratacim. Dar am inventat aceste nume tocmai pentru ca am ratacit deja drumul. Lumea nu se poate pierde. Noi ne pierdem. Si tocmai pentru ca noi am pus numele acestea si am numit aceste coordonate, numele lor nu ne poate salva. Nu pot regasi drumul in locul nostru.

The ragged sparks blew down the wind. The prairie about them lay silent. Beyond the fire it was cold and the night was clear and the stars were falling. The old hunter pulled his blanket about him. I wonder if there's other worlds like this, he said. Or if this is the only one.

No todo el mundo necesita tener una razón para ir a alguna parte.

But a fast car and an open road can give you a sensation that's hard to duplicate elsewhere or otherwise.

The road to infinity may well unravel fresh rules as it goes.

El malpaís. Era un laberinto. Subías a toda prisa un pequeño promontorio y de repente te veías rodeado de grietas tan profundas que no te atrevías a saltarlas. Los bordes de cristal negro y puntiagudo y abajo puntiagudas rocas de sílex (...) Donde que nosotros sepamos está localizado el infierno

So if you get the impression from time to time that we're sort of winging it here so be it. The first thing is to locate the narrative line. It doesnt have to hold up in court. Start splicing in your episodics. Your anecdotals. You'll figure it out. Just remember that where there's no linear there's no delineation. Try

Real trouble doesnt begin in a society until boredom has become its most general feature. Boredom will drive even quietminded people down paths they'd never imagined.

Then all rode on and none looked back.

a fast car and an open road can give you a sensation that's hard to duplicate elsewhere or otherwise.

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto

I pledge to set out to live a thousand lives between printed pages. I pledge to use books as doors to other minds, old and young, girl and boy, man and animal. I pledge to use books to open windows to a thousand different worlds and to the thousand different faces of my own world. I pledge to use books to make my universe spread much wider than the world I live in every day. I pledge to treat my books like friends, visiting them all from time to time and keeping them close.

Please, she whispered as she opened the book, please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away

I think we should sometimes read stories where everything's different from our world, don't you agree? There's nothing's like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we have five fingers rather than six.' --spoken by The Bluejay, aka Mo the Bookbinder, from 'Inkdeath

Bücher müssen schwer sein, weil die ganze Welt in ihnen steckt.

When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.

She'd been so certain she knew every crevice of his heart, but Jacob was like a country she'd only traveled through halfway.

You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside of them, said Meggie...

You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them...