Quotes About Exploration

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Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book. Jean Craighead George

Jean Craighead George

Better to run to the woods than the city, I thought. Here, there is the world to occupy the mind.

Bowditch Ledge astern to the north of them .. .

Impetuously, with the uninhibited reactions of a child, she reached out to touch his face, to see if the scar felt different.

middle of a vast continent, somewhere near the undefined

Fifth Cave with her

But even with that tremendous reservoir of information at her disposal, she had recently seen some vegetation that was completely unfamiliar, as unfamiliar as the countryside. She would have liked to

My father always says one thing leads to another. It certainly does. I started out to buy a friend a birthday present, and I end up trying to get a factory to go with it....

The principal goal of education in the schools should be creating men and women who are capable of doing new things, not simply repeating what other generations have done.

Je suis venu vers vous sans savoir mon dessein : Mon amour m'entraînait ; et je venais peut-être Pour me chercher moi-même, et pour me reconnaître.

I took another road, past the old sugar works and the water wheel that had not turned for years. I went to parts of Coulibri that I had not seen, where there was no road, no path, no track. And if the razor grass cut my legs and arms I would think 'It's better than people.' Black ants or red ones, tall nests swarming with white ants, rain that soaked me to the skin - once I saw a snake. All better than people. Better, better, better than people.

Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds home for us everywhere.

Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.

Mais c'était des voyages d'aveugles, je veux dire des voyages où je restais emprisonné dans mon univers intérieur

Does the cosmos contain keys for opening my diving bell? A subway line with no terminus? A currency strong enough to buy my freedom back? We must keep looking.

We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.

I loved college... I knew exactly why I was there and what I wanted to get out of it. I wished I could take every course in the curriculum and read every book in the library. Sometimes after I finished a particularly good book, I had the urge to get the library card, find our who else had read the book, and track them down to talk about it.

She must find a boat and sail in it. No guarantee of shore. Only a conviction that what she wanted could exist, if she dared to find it.

There is no discovery without risk and what you risk reveals what you value.

Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home--they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space.

Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.

Explore me,' you said and I collected my ropes, flasks and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into the mass of you and I cannot find the way out. Sometimes I think I'm free, coughed up like Jonah from the whale, but then I turn a corner and recognise myself again. Myself in your skin, myself lodged in your bones, myself floating in the cavities that decorate every surgeon's wall. That is how I know you. You are what I know.