Quotes About Exploration

Reading is not daily its a life style for all readers.

I wish I had a dollar for every hour I've spent in the library, he always says. I have to agree- we'd probably never have to worry about money again.

Will, have you been paying attention to the number of times we had to go one passage farther than the first left? I've been trying to. Why? This place is really getting to me. I don't like the idea of spending the rest of my life down here. Will sighed. Relax, Sarah. Just lie down and go to sleep. Humor me and tell me how many times. Okay. Three. We've hit three dead ends. It's four, Will. I knew that. I was just checking to see if you were on your toes.

My name is Brian Robeson and I am thirteen years old and I am alone in the north woods of Canada.

The most, MOST important thing is to read. Read all the time; read when they tell you not to read, what they tell you not to read, read with a flashlight under the covers, read on the bus, standing on a corner, waiting for a friend, in the dentist's waiting room. Read every minute you can. READ LIKE A WOLF EATS. Read. 

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Hello to you too, he peed. Then he got into the canoe and slid off.

He moved around, did his toilet—drawing a picture in the snow when he did—and was amazed how well the boots worked, kept his feet warm and comfortable.

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Gary Paulsen

It's so difficult to go to a strange town, even in America. I went to Dayton once, when I was in a basketball camp...

Creative thinking, working with your mind, that's my number-one prescription for longevity. If you stop thinking, if you stop wondering, you die.

Oil the saw, sharpen axes, Learn the names of all the peaks you see and which is highest- there are hundreds- Learn by heart the drainages between Go find a shallow pool of snowmelt on a good day, bathe in the lukewarm water.

How Poetry Comes to Me It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the Edge of the light

There are paths that can be followed, and there is a path that cannot- it is not a path, it is the wilderness. There is a going but no goer, no destination, only the whole field

Get drunk all the time. Go someplace and score. Walk in and walk out of the Asp Hike up Tam Keep quitting and starting at Berkeley Watch the pike in the Steinhart Aquarium: he doesn't move. Sleeping with stangers Keeping up on the news Chanting sutras after sitting Practicing yr frailing on guitar Get dropped off in the fog in the night Fall in love twenty times Get divorced Keep moving — move out to the Sunset Get lost — or Get found

Brains are plastic. The truth is we are always training our brains – with or without our conscious participation. It's clear from countless reports that it's not uncommon for porn users to move from genre to genre, often arriving at places they find personally disturbing and confusing.

What a dynamic, handsome object is a path! How precise the familiar hill paths remain for our muscular consciousness! Oh, my roads and their cadence.

The imagination is ceaselessly imagining and enriching itself with new images. It is this wealth of imagined being that I should like to explore.

Un rêve qui ne change pas les dimensions du monde est-il vraiment un rêve ?

Le paradis, à n'en pas douter, n'est qu'une immense bibliothèque.

In reality, however, the poet has given concrete form to a very general psychological theme, namely, that there will always be more things in a closed, than in an open, box. To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.

George Sand, dreaming beside a path of yellow sand, saw life flowing by. "What is more beautiful than a road?" she wrote. "It is the symbol and the image of an active, varied life" (Consuelo, vol. II, p. 116). Each one of us, then, should speak of his roads, his crossroads, his roadside benches; each one of us should make a surveyor's map of his lost fields and meadows. Thoreau said that he had the map of his fields engraved in his soul.