Quotes About Exploration

He says there are sixty-five million specimens in this place, and if you have the right teacher, each can be as interesting as the last.

It feels appropriate somehow, to have reached the edge of the continent, to have only the hammered sea left in front of him. As though this is the end point Werner has been moving toward ever since he left Zollverein.

La lógica, la razón y la ciencia pura son las tres vías apropiadas, insiste Aronnax, para aproximarse al misterio.

He has trained himself not to sleep; he is leading teams of surveyors outside the city walls; his soldiers at the Throat Cutter have launched

They said it's for boys. Or very adventurous girls." She can hear him smiling.

Beneath his feet the snail kept on, feeling its way forward, dragging the house of its shell, fitting its body to the sand, to the private unlit horizons that whorled all around it.

Snowy, milky, chalky. A color that is the absence of color. Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world.

Sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden, waiting to be rediscovered

The murex Dr. Geffard keeps on his desk can entertain her for a half hour, the hollow spines, the ridged whorls, the deep entrance; it's a forest of spikes and caves and textures; it's a kingdom. Her

Se pelo menos a vida fosse como um romance de Júlio Verne... e você pudesse passar as páginas para a frente, quando precisasse, para descobrir o que estava para acontecer.

found myself? … … down from that high place … … crawled in the grass, the trees … … fingers, toes, a tongue to speak! … the smell of wild onions … … dew, the lines? of the hills, … sweetness of light, moon overhead … … the green beauty of the broken? world.

Todo dia, ela tira um tempo para se perder nos reinos da memória...

El mar es todo. Cubre siete décimas partes del globo… El mar no es más que un receptáculo para todas las criaturas prodigiosas y sobrenaturales

To discover fossils, he told himself, was to reclaim answers to important questions.

Cat de sus poti sa sari, daca locuiesti pe Marte?

But when she imagined college she thought of her dreary days in the schoolhouse in Lushoto, the heat of classrooms, the impatience of mathematics, bland two-dimensional maps pinned to walls. Green for land, blue for water, stars for capital cities. Schoolmasters obsessed with naming things that had existed unnamed for a million years.

A good journal entry—like a good song, or sketch, or photograph—ought to break up the habitual and lift away the film that forms over the eye, the finger, the tongue, the heart. A good journal entry ought be a love letter to the world. Leave home, leave the country, leave the familiar. Only then can routine experience—buying bread, eating vegetables, even saying hello—become new all over again.

The only way to find something, she said, is to lose it first.

I wouldn't trade the twenty-first century for any other. We have toilet paper and pasteurization and Novocain and Mexican avocados all winter long. And plenty of mysteries remain: what causes premature labor, or what exactly the universe is made of. The biology of deep oceans, the nature of gravity, the reason we sleep, the mechanisms of migration; thousands of questions still await answers.

A line comes back to Marie-Laure from Jules Verne: Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.

Many of the greatest books are like a forest. "The best way to get to know them is to wander right into the middle and get lost.

For in those days I had no idea that many of the greatest books are like a forest, and that the best way to get to know them is to wander right into the middle and get lost.

For the first time in human history, most people are doing things that could never interest a child enough to want to tag along. That says less about the child than about us.

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