Quotes About Exploration

Didn't never say I'd kill the man. 'Course, never said I wouldn't, neither. Y'see, I got a mind to git out and see this country one day, Saxon. Ain't never gwine leave these hills ferever, but thur's a passel o' thangs I don't know nothin' about. And who knows? Maybe whilst I'm a-travelin', I'll come acrost ole Barton Winslow. The world's big, but thur's only so many places a man can hide.

Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That's where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.

Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.

For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.

Walkers are 'practitioners of the city,' for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. Just as language limits what can be said, architecture limits where one can walk, but the walker invents other ways to go.

Walking . . . is how the body measures itself against the earth.

to be lost is to be fully present, and to be fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery. And one does not get lost but loses oneself, with the implication that it is a conscious choice, a chosen surrender...

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Thank you for showing me your planet.

We'll do it all again next weekend", he said recklessly. "I could get used to this". "No we won't. I am happy to explore with you now and then, but I am not making four miles hikes a weekly routine" she protested.

Jaded! With all this around us". He waved an all- embracing arm at the pikes and fells and howes on every side. "We would never see a hundredth of it if we went out every Sunday for the next ten years".

See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.

I had come to Yugoslavia to see what history meant in flesh and blood.

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Since we took to the sky, we have wanted to fly faster and farther. And to do so, we've had to believe in impossible things and we've had to refuse to fear failure.

The path to truly new, never-been-done-before things always has failure along the way.

The world is far bigger than we believe," he murmured. "What more could we see if we but looked?

From Greenland's icy mountains,From India's coral strand,Where Afric's sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand.

There is something of the ghoul in the page-swallower and of the novel-reader in the stroller through cemeteries.

Trees have a secret life that is only revealed to those willing to climb them.

I was on the far side of the dream.

I came to realize that my path to knowledge would not lead me to libraries, professors, universities, and studies. My path to knowledge was through living life and experiencing reality. I could learn plenty secondhand, but nothing was ever to surpass the experiences I had in the wilderness. All my knowledge of social, scentific, and religious issues has been acquired through personal experience.

By going to places where I do not belong, I experience the art of living - orientation through disorientation. All the deserts of the world lie within us, after all.

What gives me strength is the feeling of being independent. In effect, I'm really just a dilettante. I've lived, explored, and worked - but only in nonjobs. I've often achieved success against all the predictions. And I've done it by following a very simple pattern of behavior: stick at it and do everything in my power to make it happen.