Quotes About Exploration

Explore. Dream. Discover.

There is something fascinating about science.  One gets such wholesale returns of conjecture out of such a trifling investment of fact.

It was fun, scurrying around the breezy hills and through the beautiful canyons. There was that rare thing, novelty, about it; it was a fresh, new, exhilarating sensation, this donkey riding, and worth a hundred worn and threadbare home pleasures.

Often, as we lay on our faces, a granite boulder, as large as a village church, would start out of the bottom apparently, and seem climbing up rapidly to the surface, till presently it threatened to touch our faces, and we could not resist the impulse to seize an oar and avert the danger.

Hay una época en la vida de todo muchacho de constitución normal en la que siente un rabioso deseo de ir de una parte a otra y desenterrar algún tesoro oculto.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the things you did.

Eleinte nem tudtam rájönni, hogy miért vagyok, de most már azt hiszem, azért, hogy kikutassam ennek a csodálatos világnak a titkait, hogy boldog legyek és hálát adjak a TeremtÅ'nek azért, mert létrehozta. Azt hiszem, még sokat kell tanulnom – remélem.

me that it had been many years since the world had been afforded the spectacle of a man adventurous enough to undertake

Never let school interfere with your education

Sail away from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails, explore, dream, discover.

Having rationally decided to become less rational, we hoped to find new, meaningful, exciting, useful truths. Folk

Art is lunging forward without certainty about where you are going or how to get there, being open to and dependent on what luck, the paint, the typo, the dissonance, give you. Without art you're stuck with yourself as you are and life as you think life is.

For me to have sat around calling the crazy stuff crazy would have been the most wasteful, unimaginative thing I could have done. There were so many much better things to do with it.

Art is lunging forward without certainty about where you are going or how to get there, being open to and dependent on what luck, the paint, the typo, the dissonance, give you. Without art you're stuck with yourself as you are and life as you think life is.

My father gave me the gifts of being able to pay attention to my inner narration no matter how tedious the damn thing could be at times and the knowledge that creating something, be it music or a painting or a poem or a short story, was a way out of wherever you were and a way to find out what the hell happens next and not have it be just the same old thing.

I was twelve miles from no where.

Å¿tairs! We haue found Å¿tairs!

We did not just go to the stars. We became the stars.

for where else could we have really gone?

Mi tuffo, tengo i palmi moooolto larghi, rovesciando il Mondo e sollevando il cielo, unendo insieme stratocumuli & terreno.

Looking everywhere, even though there's absolutely nothing, nothing anywhere.

which is another story, another place I'm here to avoid, as I'm certain there are places you too have sought to avoid.

Confining us to the comforts of a well-lit home gives our varied imaginations a chance to fill the adjacent darkness with questions and demons.

I like that every page in every book can have a gem on it. It's probably what I love most about writing—that words can be used in a way that's like a child playing in a sandpit, rearranging things, swapping them around. They're the best moments in a day of writing—when an image appears that you didn't know would be there when you started work in the morning.