Quotes About Exploration

I'll try to be around and about. But if I'm not, then you know that I'm behind your eyelids, and I'll meet you there

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain; If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!

The West is boring itself to death! And talking itself to death!

I read the Bible sometimes, but it bores me to death. I just want to know what other people find so bloody fascinating.

I am going to seek a great Perhaps.

Someday death will take us to another star.

I was born to find goblins in their caves / And chase moonlight / To see shadows and seek hidden rivers / To hear the rain fall on dry leaves / And chat a bit with death across foggy nights.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

I am not opposed to doing a side project, like Death Cab for Cutie, where it's completely different from my own band.

There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.

You got away from Palestine and the homeland. You got away from Brookline and the relatives. You got away from New York

Quimper. Beyond quimper.

Everybody masturbates in libraries. That's what they're for.

TUNNEL, TURNPIKE, parkway—the shore! Sixty-five minutes south and there it was!

For scientists, not knowing is exciting. It's an opportunity to discover; the more that is unknown, the greater the opportunity.

As a writer, I play with words all day long. I toy with them, listen for their overtones, crack them open, and try to stuff my thoughts inside.

And yet when I wish to explore how faith works, I usually sneak in by the back door of doubt, for I best learn about my own need for faith during its absence. God's invisibility guarantees I will experience times of doubt. Everyone dangles on a pendulum that swings from belief to unbelief, back to belief, and ends - where?

If we cannot detect God's presence in the world, it may be that we have been looking in the wrong places.

until recently no one could know that the little blob of light marked the presence of another galaxy, one twice the size of the Milky Way and home to half a trillion stars. Or that these next-door neighbors were but two of 100 billion galaxies likewise swarming with stars.

A very small class of books have nothing in common say that each admits us to a world of its own that seems to have been going on before we stumbled into it, but which, once found by the right reader, becomes indispensable to him.

The great thing is to be always reading but never to get bored—treat it not like work, more as a vice!

In Spain, indeed! He would have got no closer than the Indies if I had not showed him how to do it. Stupid puppy.

window, with Rig trotting