Quotes About Exploration

Maybe away from Paris I could write about Paris as in Paris I could write about Michigan. I did not know it was too early for that because I did not know Paris well enough. But that was how it worked out eventually

Holdat-napot, mely odafenn világol. Akármennyit járhatom a világot, Soha el nem fogyasztom e világot.

I knew there were many side-roads but did not want one that would lead to nothing.

That's all we do, isn't it—look at things and try new drinks?

He must find things he cannot lose

I am not sure Scott had ever drunk wine from a bottle before and it was exciting to him as though he were slumming or as a girl might be excited by going swimming for the first time without a bathing suit.

He's written about all the things he knows, and now he's on all the things he doesn't know

Cruise around by yourself and see what happens to you.

Up up up and into nowhere

there were always the books, so that you lived in the new world you had found...

Ernest Hemingway

I've never read anything, though, that could make you feel about the country the way we feel about it. . . I'd like to try to write something about the country and the animals and what it's like to some one who knows nothing about it.

We could go into the hotel and register as Doctor and Mrs. Livingstone I presume, he thought.

A writer] should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, they will succeed.

For a true writer, each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.

And we're going to have all the books in the world to read and when we go on trips we can take them.

We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.

i had a dream when i was 22 that someday i would go to the region of ice and snow and go on and on till i came to one of the poles of the earth

We had seen God in His splendours, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.

A strange occurrence was the sudden appearance of eight emperor penguins from a crack 100 yds. away at the moment when the pressure upon the ship was at its climax. They walked a little way towards us, halted, and after a few ordinary calls proceeded to utter weird cries that sounded like a dirge for the ship. None of us had ever before heard the emperors utter any other than the most simple calls or cries, and the effect of this concerted effort was almost startling.

A rampart berg 150 ft. high and a quarter of a mile long lay at the edge of the loose pack, and we sailed over a projecting foot of this berg into rolling ocean, stretching

Who the hell are you? he said at last. The man in the center stepped forward. My name is Shackleton he replied in a quiet voice.

Many will call me an adventurer, and that I am...only one of a different sort: one who risks his skin to prove his truths.

I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel...