Quotes About Exploration

Live the questions now

But your solitude will be your home and haven even in the midst of very strange conditions, and from there you will discover all your paths.

Works of art are born of those who confront danger, who go to the limit of an experience, to a point beyond which no human can go. The farther one ventures, the more distinctive, the more personal, the more unique life becomes.

For if we think of this existence of the individual as a larger or smaller room, it becomes clear that most people get to know only one corner of their room, a window seat, a strip of floor which they pace up and down.

Each time we cast our view toward distances that have not yet been touched, we transform not only the present moment and the one following but also alter the past within us.

Whoever you are: in the evening step out of your room, where you know everything;

Und man hat niemand und nichts und faehrt in der Welt herum mit einem Koffer und mit einer Bücherkiste und eigentlich ohne Neugierde.

For the creator must be a world for himself, and find everything within himself, and in Nature to which he has attached himself.

Somehow I had a premonition of what I so often felt at later times: that you did not have the right to open a single book unless you engaged to read them all. With every line you read, you were breaking off a portion of the world. Before books, the world was intact, and afterwards it might be restored to wholeness once again. But how was I, who could not read, to take up the challenge laid down by all of them?

I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. I may not complete this last one but I give myself to it.

In the room...they are inside the books. They move sometimes within the pages, like sleepers turning over between two dreams.

For imagining an individual's existence as a larger or smaller room reveals to us that most people are only acquainted with one corner of their particular room, a place by the window, a little area to pace up and down. That way, they have a certain security. And yet the perilous uncertainty that drives the prisoners in Poe's tales to grope out the outlines of their terrible dungeons and so to know the unspeakable horrors of their surroundings, is so much more human.

try to have love for the questions themselves, like locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Do not seek out the answers now, which cannot be given to you because it you cannot live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions for now. Perhaps then, without noticing it, you will gradually come, on some far-off day, to live your way into the answer.

And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions for now.

If we imagine our being as a room of any size, it seems that most of us know only a single corner of that room, a spot by the window, a narrow strip on which we keep walking back and forth. That gives a kind of security. But isn't insecurity with all its dangers so much more human? We are not prisoners of that room.

For, if we think of this existence of the individual as a room - be it large or small - it is evident that most people only get to know a corner of their room, a corner by the window, a strip on which they walk up or down.

If we think of this existence of the individual as a larger or smaller room, it becomes clear that most people get to know only one corner of their room, a window seat, a strip of floor which they pace up and down. In that way they have a certain security.

Art?k etraflar?na bakmaya, aramaya baÅŸlad?lar; güçleri hep, bulunmaktan ibaret olan bu k?zlar.

Erforschen Sie den Grund, der Sie schreiben heißt; prüfen Sie, ob er in der tiefsten Stelle Ihres Herzens seine Wurzeln ausstreckt.

Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.

Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.

Every wall is a door.