Quotes About Exploration

As soon as I open this door, I'll be free. FREE! No more goofy cats screaming in my face and eating my shoes. No more biting and scratching and chasing me down the street. Outside this door is a big, wonderful world where goofy cats don't turn into furry whirlwinds that hit me on the head with a spatula. And soon I will be a part of that world once again!

I have plenty of places to go, but no place to be.

In a sense, it's all about running away. I've been running all my life. Where I'm going … Who the fuck knows? But that's not the point. The point is just to see how long you can keep going strong. And right now there is no end. The way I feel now, I can keep going for a long time.

We must always emphasize research and development of science and mathematics, and I can think of no better way to achieve this than through our future in space.

Space is going to be the greatest genetic quality filter since the dark ages.

You scrape away your face and step into the dark...

We eventually ended up with enough left-over material that we considered releasing it as a second album, including a set we dubbed 'The Big Spliff', the kind of ambient mood music that we were bemused to find being adopted by bands like the Orb,

Only the curious have something to find.

You don't know why, and I don't know why, but why not?

All creatures are travellers. The most important journeys are the interior ones. The most important and the most hazardous.

She tries to search her heart, but the map is old and the compass is faulty.

Whenever we come to a new place, I waylaid strangers and dragged their stories and songs and jokes from them before they ever had a chance to find out my name.

I want to learn, to wander and ask and think and listen like…like a priest of a prince." "Not gold?" "Gold comes to priests and princes.

Tomorrow I'd start learning this city the way I liked best, by moving through it.

I don't want to be Marghe the anthopologist who examines seashells on the beach and moves on. I don't think I am her anymore. But I don't know who I want to be.

Hild was glad to escape the responsibilities she didn't quite understand and roam the moor.

In the wild waste, a girl, growing.

One afternoon when the winter was done and the world had begun to turn towards the light, with green shoots thrusting through the dark earth, the girl roamed the high fell in the steeper, northern part of the valley.

Hild, on the first boat with Eorpald and Edwin, smelt it before she saw it: the old, cold scent of deep, turned dirt; the smell of bones.

Play with it. Play with the scary thing. But play hard, play clearly, and play a lot.

I missed you showing me things, making them magic. So I decided to find them myself. Like this.

Galloping over the Yorkshire moors, wild as a lynx, with Christie Horley. Another life I had left.

These are tales of the world," she told her. "All the adventure, all the different and new you need.

The urge to roam increased upon her like a thirst.