Quotes About Exploration

Come over the hills and far with me And be my love in the rain.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.

What are we? Young or new? We must be something.

So I took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference.

En un bosque se bifurcaron dos caminos, y yo... Yo tomé el menos transitado. Esto marcó toda la diferencia.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over.

The Road not Taken [...] I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference...

I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. The Road Not Taken

He never got up high enough to see. That's why I don't advise your trying this side. He tried this side. I've always meant to go And look myself, but you know how it is: It doesn't seem so much to climb a mountain You've worked around the foot of all your life.

Zdarzy?o mi si? niegdy? ujrze? w lesie rano dwie drogi: pojecha?em t? mniej ucz?szczan? - Reszta wzi??a si? z tego, ?e to j? wybra?em

Life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open.

Robert Frost

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day, I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.' The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot went through. The view was all in lines Straight up and down of tall slim trees

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference .

And I'm not confused about the lack of, or the need for, imagination in low or high places. We could do better we must do better. There are far worse things to drop on people than crayolas.

A man grows bored with a woman, no matter how beautiful; he yearns for different pleasures, and for adventure.

Creativity is a combination of discipline and childlike spirit.