Quotes About Exploration

The only way to get back to them is to go somewhere else; and that is the real object of travel and the real pleasure of holidays. Do you suppose that I go to France in order to see France? Do you suppose that I go to Germany in order to see Germany? I shall enjoy them both; but it is not them that I am seeking... The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.

Stories live in typewriters. Try a different typewriter — you may get a different story.

But the walking of which I speak has nothing in it akin to taking exercise, as it is called, as the sick take medicine at stated hours... but is itself the enterprise and adventure of the day. If you would get exercise, go in search of the springs of life. Think of a man's swinging dumbbells for his health, when those springs are bubbling up in far-off pastures unsought by him!

You need special shoes for hiking — and a bit of a special soul as well.

Backpacking: An extended form of hiking in which people carry double the amount of gear they need for half the distance they planned to go in twice the time it should take.

Hiking is just walking where it's okay to pee.

I swim down through liquid green heavens, down through the poem of the sea.

I need hardly remind you... that graduation is not the end of your study. It is, as you know, only the beginning of it. You have learned how to study, now it is most important that you continue in this most valuable work...

Deny yourself the connection to the wild places that your soul craves and the fire inside you will slowly turn to ash.

A journey of a thousand sites begins with a single click.

Just about a month from today I'm set adrift, with a diploma for a sail and lots of nerve for oars.

The deer isn't crossing the road. It's crossing the forest.

Every once in a while, turn life over to see what it looks like from the other side.

Distance is inspiration's best hearting.

If I finish my day with no garden dirt under my fingernails and nothing new learned, it is a day wasted!

The thing I love about being a novelist is that with each project, you invent a new world. You approach it with a different set of aesthetic and structural ideas, and you grapple with a different series of problems in figuring out how to tell the story. And yet there are certain concerns that stay constant.

Anything is possible. No one understands how far you can push your body to the limit, and I like to play with that.

I think I'm a really hard worker, and I feel like my attitude is to just enjoy the process of being creative and developing and 'just throw a bunch of stuff against the wall and see what sticks.'

Even in our day, science suspects beyond the Polar seas, at the very circle of the Arctic Pole, the existence of a sea which never freezes and a continent which is ever green.

We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

R&D is a special class of spending that often is equated, mistakenly, with investment spending. Investments presume knowledge, albeit imperfect, about future costs and returns. R&D represents an effort to gain a stake in future opportunities before anything is known about future costs and returns.

There comes a moment in all travel when you know that you have really started. It may be weeks before you start or weeks after you have started; it is a spiritual emotion, a turning towards the future with an eager heart...

There was a zone she had not explored. She could use the same counter, the same sort of password that she used with all these people, but she had passed over in the twinkling of an eye into another forest. This forest was reality. There, the very speaking of the words, conjured up answering sigil, house and barn and terrace and castle and river and little plum tree. A whole world was open. She looked in through a wide doorway.