Quotes About Exploration

He continued a quarter mile through heavy scrub oak, pine, and aspen. At a bend to the left, a light shimmered in the tree branches. Buzz drove toward it, onto a gravel drive leading to a double-wide. Before he'd parked, a man pushed out the front door and descended three wooden stairs, crossing a dirt yard cluttered with unstacked firewood, scrap metal, and an empty clothesline.

spent a career finding interesting things to do with my life, and I've lived several lifetimes as a result. I can add this to the

I'm just telling you that if you go and live alone on an island you won't find any answers. You'll just find yourself alone. Don't go to that island.

I have come to believe that mankind eternally hovers on the brinks of secret oceans of which it knows nothing.

If I was wealthy I'd never do anything but poke around in ruined cities all over the world - and probably get snake-bit.

Where even ravi (the sun) cannot reach, there will go a kavi (poet)." - Vimalananda

The desert tells a different story every time one ventures on it.

I would like to see the technology used to explore more period horror genre works, for example, E. A. Poe.

All the rules had to be invented from the beginning. No one knew what the rules were, but gradually figured them out. The basics were: We've got to take a line. We've got to stay up off the floor. We have to have enough light to see. And we have to save enough air to get out.

Experienced cave divers are fond of pointing out to the public that caves do not kill divers, divers do.

It was blowing a blizzard. He [Capt. Lawrence E. G. Oates] said, "I am just going outside and may be some time." He went out into the blizzard and we have not seen him since.

Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale.

We are all adventurers here, I suppose, and wild doings in wild countries appeal to us as nothing else could do. It is good to know that there remain wild corners of this dreadfully civilised world.

The eternal silence of the great white desert. Cloudy columns of snow drift advancing from the south, pale yellow wraiths, heralding the coming storm, blotting out one by one the sharp-cut lines of the land.

After lunch, and Evans still not appearing, we looked out, to see him still afar off. By this time we were alarmed, and all four started back on ski. I was first to reach the poor man and shocked at his appearance; he was on his knees with clothing disarranged, hands uncovered and frostbitten, and a wild look in his eyes.

Great God! this is an awful place and terrible enough for us to have laboured to it without the reward of priority.

It is always rather dismal work walking over the great snow plain when sky and surface merge in one pall of dead whiteness, but it is cheering to be in such good company with everything going on steadily and well.

Heaven] is not something other than this world; it is this world as it is perfectly offered now in the land of the Trinity. It is all the moments of time and all the conjunctions of space as Christ holds them reconciled for the praise of the glory of the Father's grace. And it is all of them held for our endless exploration of their depths - depths which we, even at our best, even at the moment of seeing the beloved's eyes, have only just begun to suspect.

There's a saying among prospectors: "Go out looking for one thing, and that's all you'll ever find."

Do not follow where the path may lead...Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

Freedom lies in being bold.

I fear the boredom that comes with not learning and not taking chances.

It wasn't in books. It wasn't in a church. What I needed to know was out there in the world.

Surely there is grandeur in knowing that in the realm of thought, at least, you are without a chain; that you have the right to explore all heights and depth; that there are no walls nor fences, nor prohibited places, nor sacred corners in all the vast expanse of thought...