Quotes About Exploration

The dim, dusty room, with the busts staring down from the tall bookcases, the cozy chairs, the globes, and best of all, the wilderness of books in which she could wander where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her. The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.

Next week we are off to Germany and Switzerland, and as we shall travel fast, I shall only be able to give you hasty letters. I keep my diary, and try to 'remember correctly and describe clearly all that I see and admire', as Father advised. It is good practice for me, and with my sketchbook will give you a better idea of my tour than these scribbles. Adieu, I embrace you tenderly. Votre Amie.

I advise you to sail away in one of your ships, and never come home again till you have tried your own way.

Went to Wiesbaden first, a pleasant, gay place, full of people.

Dear, how charming! I hope I shall go abroad some day, but I'd rather go to Rome than the row, said Amy, who had not the remotest idea what the Row was and wouldn't have asked for the world.

Getting completely lost, coming unstrung and unbound, arriving at unknown and unexpected places, is, for me, a critical part of writing.

When we begin a new project, as embryonic or unsatisfactory as our early work may seem, we're readying ourselves for the deeper work that comes later. We learn about ourselves as writers. We establish our work's foundation. We permit ourselves to play and explore. We commit—or recommit—to working steadily and purposefully.

We'd better get there soon, said Corwin. They're probably building new streets in Paris right this minute. What if I don't want to, being a lesbian? Corwin fell silent; after a while he spoke. So you think it might be permanent?

I'm glad I made the trip.

the Erie Railroad, to travel to Kane, a scenic spot in western

By this point, the search for Doc Rockefeller had developed into a national obsession.

I don't know where I am.

The world lies all before us.

He was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he has left, yet does not say 'The town is near,' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges, Thomas Wolfe declares at the end of Look Homeward, Angel, and those words I spoke aloud to the bathroom mirror that summer, and thought of Wolfe in New York, writing between journeys to the West, and of Hemingway traveling from Paris cafés to African veldts. "YOU'RE

art is a mode of stalking

The crew of the space shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved good-bye and 'slipped the surly bonds of earth' to 'touch the face of God.

Why should we subsidize intellectual curiosity?

He will go to sea, where there are no emperor, no wars.

A veces tengo la sensación de que uno se mueve en la vida dando siempre vueltas por los mismos lugares

What I do shows me what I am seeking.

Mis ataques de pánico han sido como una excursión razonablemente segura y sin verdadero peligro al otro lado del turbulento río de la psicosis.

I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I am going is what inspires me to travel it.

But fall? No. What is it, love? If not a fall, is it a hunger? The appetite casting around for strange meat not yet encountered, hungry for what it does not know yet, but will recognize at the first scent in the air? I know one thing: No one tumbles straight into their greatest love, the great love of their life. For there are many kinds of love- maiden love, flesh love, flesh hunger, then the deepest love hunger- and all these must be tried, tasted and relished before the one great love.

The past is another country, but the journey could be made.