Quotes About Exploration

Xander dusted his hands off on his pants. "Secret passage," he said, then attempted to dust off his pant legs with his hands. "This place is full of them.

I wondered and I prayed and I Googled.

Hawaii. Nieuw-Zeeland. Machu Picchu. Tokio. Bali.

Curiosity killed the—Bex!

My inner Boy Scout had to try." If this guy had an inner Boy Scout, I had an inner flamingo.

For everyone out there who has the good sense to be a little afraid when swimming in deep, dark water. You tell yourself there's nothing down there, but there is. There always is.

Each photo is like a novel I can never open, Gary had explained once. I can hold it in my hand and only begin to imagine what's inside -- the lives these people might have led. Sometimes if there was a little clue on the photo - a name, date, or place - he'd try to research it...

Gary had grown up in a small town in Idaho and said it was kid heaven—there was room to breathe, to explore, you knew your neighbors, and your parents didn't mind if you were out late because bad things never happened there. You were safe.

He'd brought his 35 mm camera, the one he used to take photos on his birding trips, and was snapping pictures of it all.

He nodded. This he understood. The need to learn whatever you could about the things you didn't know, to fill in the gaps, to be constantly supplying your brain with new information and facts.

I don't have a point. I'm just curious. It's an area I don't know much about." He nodded. This he understood. The need to learn whatever you could about the things you didn't know, to fill in the gaps, to be constantly supplying your brain with new information and facts.

Everyone's looking for something, she thought. Ghosts. Scientific explanations of the world around us. A new and different life somewhere else.

Dear friend, You are not a freak. You are wanted. You are necessary. You are the only you there is. Don't be afraid to leave the castle. It's a great big world out there. Love, a fellow reader

Drive anywhere and everywhere, even when there's nowhere to go. (Note: There's always somewhere to go.)

Even when we weren't wandering, even from the floor of your closet, you showed the world to me.

The last wandering

When we're in the act of wandering, we need to be present, not watching it through a lens.

Theodore Finch, April 3. "Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away!

Sometimes all I did all day was just wander around in my mind.

If anyone can make it to another world, it's Theodore Finch.

I like writing, but I like a lot of things. Maybe out of those things, I'm best at writing. Maybe it's what I like best of all. Maybe it's where I've always felt most at home. Or maybe the writing part of me is over. Maybe there's something else I'm supposed to do instead. I don't know.

He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl.

I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something....Let's go. Let's count for something. Let's get off that ledge.

I think about Finch and Sir Patrick Moore and black holes and blue holes and bottomless bodies of water and exploding stars and event horizons, and a place so dark that light can't get out once it's in.