Quotes About Exploration

Exploration was for those with a measure of peasant blood, those with big thighs and thick ankles who could take punishment as they took bread and salt, on every inch of flesh and spirit.

We're going through the black air with our arms wide and our feet straight out behind like a dolphin's tail, and we're going to think we'll never hit the silver down there till suddenly it'll be all warm round us and full of little kissing, caressing waves.

Life rose around my island like a sea, and presently I was swimming.

And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler.

There's no 'Safety First' in Art.

I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.

She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.

He had slowed up to avoid the inevitable end of his thought: --the frontiers of consciousness. The frontiers that artists must explore were not for her, ever. She was fine-spun, inbred--eventually she might find rest in some quiet mysticism. Exploration was for those with a measure of peasant blood, those with big thighs and thick ankles who could take punishment as they took bread and salt, on every inch of flesh and spirit. --Not for you, he almost said. It's too tough a game for you.

Just do everything we didn't do and you will be perfectly safe.

I'm not sure what I'll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

Whatever worth while comes to you, won't be through the channels you were searching last year.

Oh, many things. I've led a very active life. Knocked about here and there. (His tone implies anything front lion-stalking to organized crime.)

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Think of it as if you were standing on one of those globes with a map on it — I always wanted one when I was a boy." "I understand," she said after a minute. "When you do that, you can feel the earth turn, can't you?" He nodded. "Yes. Otherwise it's all just mañana — waiting for the morning or the moon.

I'm not sure what I'll do, but—well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

Whatever worth while comes to you, won't be through the channels you were searching last year.

No child ever receives a box of colored crayons and says, "What's the point? I can't draw." Nor does she reject a jar of modeling dough because sculpture is too complicated. If you give him a guitar, he gets sounds out of it without fuss. If you ask her to sing, she doesn't refuse to because she doesn't know the words or because she hasn't got a perfect voice: she simply takes a breath, opens her mouth and belts it out!

Albert and I would spend hours and hours looking at them. Cleo had this big magnifying glass on his desk, and we'd find centipedes and grasshoppers and beetles and potato bugs, ants . . . and put them in a jar and look at them. They have the sweetest little faces and the cutest expressions. After we'd looked at them all we wanted to, we'd put them in the yard and let them go on about their business.

Because, honey, she said, after you've been to the moon, where else is there to go?

He had done it all, from barnstorming to crop dusting, and had even flown a Davis Waco with the Baby Ruth Flying Circus.

Science is based on nothing other than what-ifs, and skepticism with regard to the preconceived notions that make up the material world.

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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines! Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Espinosa let the Rover slide to the side of the road. He parked and looked around. "Now what?" Jack pressed the button on the window