Quotes About Exploration

Scientific people are always curious and I am going to be scientific.

Children's as good as 'rithmetic to set you findin' out things.

She went from place to place, and dug and weeded, and enjoyed herself so immensely that she was led on from bed to bed and into the grass under the trees. The exercise made her so warm that she first threw her coat off, and then her hat, and without knowing it she was smiling down on to the grass and the pale green points all the time.

declared you could see buds unsheath themselves. Also you could make the acquaintance of strange busy insect things running about on various unknown but evidently serious errands, sometimes carrying tiny scraps of straw or feather or food or climbing blades of grass as if they were trees from whose tops one could look out to explore the country.

Imaginar es algo tan fácil que cuando comienzas cuesta detenerse. Sólo es cuestión de empezar.»

Tom's Cabin, and she spent many hours acting out

Fresh air won't tire me," said the young Rajah.

bein' on th' stepladder lookin, over th' wall. But I'll tell

meant to give a new impulse to the race—to rouse human creatures to new moods, to thrust them into places where they see new things. Men and women are being dragged out of their self-absorbed corners and stirred up and shaken.

Always, I liked the infinitive 'to go.' Let's go, let's go. let's really go. 'Andare' was the first verb I learned to conjugate in Italian. 'Andiamo,' let's go, teh sound comes out at a gallop.

Martin Buber said, 'All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware.

We are walking on the foundations of literature, up the steep, stony path in the fiery heat.

When books go out into the world, they take on a life. Sometimes that life is a quiet and dusty one, waiting on the nether regions of library stacks. I have books of poetry like that. With others, the book's life is one of surprise because the book keeps on making its way, on it's own, into intriguing and larger spaces.

It's daunting to find the language so foreign, so distant, but also so thrilling. One is absolved of responsibility when the language is incomprehensible.

Travel is a privilege because it gives you the world you were not given. It allows you to be extant in other versions.

I'm reading more than ever. I've started on the left wall of the Carnegie Library and plan to read my way around the room.

I never saw the necessity to attend all those classes, so many days a week, or purchase unreadable texts when so much fiction and poetry waited in the bookstore.

Travel is a journey into one's own ignorance.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

If we don't write our stories, how will we truly know who we are? How will we define the world? How will we touch the mysteries of life?

I just can't wait to get out of Sweet Valley,' Jessica explained. 'I feel like I've been dancing with the same ten cute guys my whole life.

Guy struck a jangling chord on the keyboards and then another. 'You know,' he announced, sitting back and crossing his arms. 'We need some new material. We've got to write some new songs.' 'Like what?' He shrugged. 'I don't know. Throw out some ideas.' 'Love! Death! Existential struggle!' Emily intoned dramatically, rattling out a drumroll. 'Agriculture!

Don't come to Paris if you're planning a solitary hike through a sexual desert.

Along with preadolescence came a more pressing desire for escape. I read more widely, more indiscriminately, and mostly with an interest in how far a book could take me from my life and how long it could keep me there: