Quotes About Exploration

I've never stopped wanting to cross the equator, or touch an elk's horns, or sing Tosca or screw James Dean in a field of wheat. To hell with wisdom. They're all wrong: I'll never be through with my life.

I move throughout the world...guided by instinct, connecting through trust, and constantly watching for serendipitous opportunities.

I have never tried anything psychedelic, but I've always wanted to. Would I be wrapped up in colors, attacked by sounds, filled with insights about worlds I don't even know exist?

Perhaps it is the setting; rules tend to reduce their grip when you cross borders.

Companies such as Google (and, historically, 3M) operationalize this theory by giving employees time at work to do whatever they want, without restriction or guidance.

Courageous people begin the journey knowing only the destination.

Adventure is just bad planning.

An die Kälte kann der Mensch sich nicht gewöhnen.

How did I happen to become an explorer? It did not just happen, for my career has been a steady progress toward a definite goal since I was fifteen years of age.

The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village.

Keep having conversations until you stop hearing new stuff.

Rob Lloyd Jones

That's North America," I said, recognizing the shape of the land mass. "And that's Britain there." "Britain? Jake, that's impossible." Pan swam closer. "The Ancient Egyptians didn't know about these places.

there's a silent voice in the wilderness that we hear only when no one else is around. When you go far, far beyond, out across the netherlands of the Known, the din of human static slowly fades away, over and out.

He sang about girls in space-why not? That's where all the cool girls were. (They weren't where I could find them, that was for sure.)

When you want to start living, what do you do? How do you start? Where do you go?

I was looking for glimmers of light, but I only wanted to go looking for them in the hills where the dead spirits hung out.

There was an empty house on the other side of this drive, and I had no idea what it would be like to try to go inside it. There was nobody there. I wasn't driving back home—just back.

Breaking out beyond London's green belt was, and remains, like crossing the border into another country altogether.

Garth was a reservoir of brilliant music, and I wanted to dive in deeply to learn and understand enough of it to appreciate its rewards.

On May 14, nineteen days after leaving St. Louis, the brothers crossed the Missouri River and landed on the town site of Omaha, then a community of cotton tents and shanties, where lots were being

connection. In April 1855 my great-granduncle Alexander Carter Jr. and his younger brother, Thomas Marion Carter, left their home in Scioto County, Ohio, and

being in a room (or warehouse or store) full of books. I love the thrill of discovering

horseback for twenty days-and, incidentally,