Quotes About Exploration

I, that used to figure Paradise In the guise of a library

I had always imagined Paradise as a kind of library. - Blindness

I am not certain whether I ever believed in the City of the Immortals; I think the task of finding it was enough for me.

we are like the wizard who weaves a labyrinth and is forced to wander through it till the end of his days

Yo, que me figuraba el Paraíso bajo la especie de una biblioteca.

Every so many years, he went to England to visit—judging by the photographs he showed us—a sundial and some oak trees.

De toutes les villes du monde. de toutes les patries intimes qu'un homme cherche à mériter au cours de ses voyages, Genève me semble la plus propice au bonheur.

En busca de la tarde fui apurando en vano las calles. Ya estaban los zaguanes entorpecidos de sombra.

No me parece inverosímil que en algún anaquel del universo haya un libro total; ruego a los dioses ignorados que un hombre - ¡uno solo, aunque sea, hace miles de años! - lo haya examinado y leído. Si el honor y la sabiduría y la felicidad no son para mí, que sean para otros. Que el cielo exista, aunque mi lugar sea el infierno.

Por el acorde que no hemos oído, por los versos que no nos encontraron (su número es el número de la arena), por el inexplorado universo.

Lectura este un mod de a tr?i ?i a visa lumea. (Andrei Ionescu despre Borges)

În vremea aceea,c?utam înser?rile,mahalalele ÅŸi nefericirea;acum caut dimineÅ£ile,centrul ÅŸi senin?tatea.

Tôi luôn m??ng t??ng r?ng Thiên ???ng cÅ©ng t?a tá»±a nhÆ° má»™t thÆ° vi?n v?y

Un gran libro como la Divina Comedia no es el aislado o azaroso capricho de un individuo; muchos hombres y muchas generaciones tendieron hacia él. Investigar sus precursores no es incurrir en una miserable tarea de carácter jurídico o policial; es indagar los movimientos, los tanteos, las aventuras, las vislumbres y las premoniciones del espíritu humano.

Îmi imaginez Paradisul ca pe un fel de bibliotec?.

la tarea que emprendo es ilimitada y ha de acompañarme hasta el fin, no menos misteriosa que el universo y que yo, el aprendiz.

A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that that patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.

The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure

Not all who hesitate are lost. The psyche has many secrets in reserve. And these are not disclosed unless required.

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.

They thought that it would be a disgrace to go forth as a group. Each entered the forest at a point that he himself had chosen, where it was darkest and there was no path. If there is a path it is someone else's path and you are not on the adventure.

The hero's journey always begins with the call. One way or another, a guide must come to say, 'Look, you're in Sleepy Land. Wake. Come on a trip. There is a whole aspect of your consciousness, your being, that's not been touched. So you're at home here? Well, there's not enough of you there.' And so it starts.

The creative act is not hanging on, but yielding to a new creative movement. Awe is what moves us forward.

If you travel far enough, you'll eventually meet yourself.