Quotes About Exploration

Only words that enlarge the realm of the possible merit borrowing our attention from the world of the actual and the living.

By its nature, the metropolis provides what otherwise could be given only by traveling; namely, the strange.

There were nights when, lying awake on the fringes of Derian's latest encampment and invigorated by the coolness that came with the dark, she fought back the urge to get up and go just a bit farther. When the wolf-woman slept, she dreamed of her impatience.

When Firekeeper finally slept, she dreamed she rode astride the comet—or was it Blind Seer whose tail streamed out so broad and bright behind?—and that they traveled to places where time and earthly limitations mattered not at all.

will feel obliged to cruise up to the boundaries you've set and test them occasionally, just to make sure they're firmly in place.

He's not deliberately trying to drive you insane; he's either exploring at his age-appropriate level or learning about consistency and making sure adults mean what they say (an important part of trust).

He is a small scientist using his hands, mouth, and imperfect coordination to determine the properties of the marvelous world around him. Your real tasks as a parent are prevention, vigilance—and very quick reflexes.

don't get the impression that your baby needs constant stimulation. Babies need private time to explore by themselves.

wonder, "Would they rather have weak-willed children?"): children who won't obey, won't listen, or have temper tantrums. Some of this behavior is typical of a young child's development, as children explore and experiment to discover who they are and what they can do.

A need to wander was in most Russians' blood, particularly the less well-off classes, and without positions, property, and status to fetter them, they would often pack a bundle of a few clothes and minimum food and set off on a week's, a a few clothes and minimum food and set off on a week's, a month's, a year's pilgrimage from monastery to town, or just traversing the vast empty spaces of their country, stopping as they chose, going where they willed.

I brought a Border Collie back home to Vancouver from Wales - where some of my ancestors are from - and needed to challenge him in other ways than just being my pet. So I investigated sheep herding and took a few lessons, and decided I was probably learning more than my dog!

A reader's tastes are peculiar. Choosing books to read is like making your way down a remote and winding path. Your stops on that path are always idiosyncratic. One book leads to another and another the way one thought leads to another and another. My type of reader is the sort who burrows through the stacks in the bookstore or the library (or the Web site — stacks are stacks), yielding to impulse and instinct.

I love to escape to wild places – forests, mountains rivers or the sea. If that's not possible, I flee into books; vicarious travel is rejuvenating

A traveller with an open mind grows richer with each journey, with each encounter, with each conversation.

To some, having children may seem as conducive to travelling as having your feet set in concrete.

Some songs you get. Some songs you may not. And I think that's the beauty of art: to question and to ask, to understand the deeper meaning after two or three or four listenings.

Our first sight of Malaita!… At 6 A.M. we were passing the SW coast of San Christoval [Cristobal]. At 8 A.M. we sighted Guadalcanar [Guadalcanal], and 10:10 A.M. saw Malaita. Since then we have been steaming all day past San Christoval, Marau Sound, and the NE coast of Guadalcanar, with Malaita clearly visible in the distance.

Linc took the path along the river, looking for Kenzie. He'd sent the hikers on their way, map and all. Sometimes being nice didn't seem worth it.

Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.

we could think or feel as we wished toward the characters, or as the poet, discounting history, invited us to; we were the poet's guest, his world was his own kingdom, reached, as one of the poems told us, through the 'Ring of Words'...

I had a pretty sexual imagination for a kid.

All right, Spock, I'll bite: why would she take up saber, quarterstaff and eating with chopsticks?" "To extend her reach.

Perhaps we are all too small-minded to glimpse creation, even out little corner of it.