Quotes About Exploration

Even from the simplest, the most realistic point of view, the countries which we long for occupy, at any given moment, a far larger place in our actual life than the country in which we happen to be.

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.

Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.

Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but it received at once so unanimous an answer, so powerful a repercussion of silence and of immobility, that one felt it had arrested for all eternity the moment which it had been trying to make pass more quickly.

Each artist seems thus to be the native of an unknown country, which he himself has forgotten, different from that from which will emerge, making for the earth, another great artist.

The only true voyage would be not to travel through a hundred different lands with the same pair of eyes, but to see the same land through a hundred different pairs of eyes.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking out new landscapes but in having new eyes.

Discovery consists not in seeking new lands, but in seeing with new eyes.

Quantas pessoas, cidades, caminhos, não nos torna assim o ciúme ávidos de conhecer? Ele é uma sede de saber graças à qual, sobre pontos isolados uns dos outros, acabamos tendo sucessivamente todas as noções possíveis, exceto as que desejaríamos.

Anxiously he explored every one of these vaguely seen shapes, as though among the phantoms of the dead, in the realms of darkness, he had been searching for a lost Eurydice.

But first whom shall we send In search of this new world, whom shall we find Sufficient? Who shall tempt, with wand'ring feet The dark unbottomed infinite abyss And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way, or spread his aery flight Upborne with indefatigable wings Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive The happy isle?

To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.

Numerous, and every Starr perhaps a World   Of destind habitation; but

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight;

Him, haply slumbering on the Norway foam, the pilot of some small night-founded skiff, deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, with fixed anchor in his scaly rind, moors by his side under the lee, while night invests the sea, and wished morn delays.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.

Few places in this world are more dangerous than home. Fear not, therefore, to try the mountain passes. They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free, and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action.

Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing

One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.

Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.

Wander a whole summer if you can...time will not be taken from the sum of your life. Instead of shortening, it will definitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.