Looking back, I now realize that I left home in search of all the things that were right in the very place I left.

You have a lot to explore beyond this cottage if you want to know everything about the world. Explore until your heart is full, Belle. And then explore some more.

On building homes for fallen angels:When I was small - I sought a home,a place to go and rest my bones.Then founded something, of my own,I lived among the restless stones.If seeking leads you back to evil,what good is that, I asked a weevil.He said a home is what you make,it can't be real, if it is fake...And if you wait instead of seek,will you find love, or something bleak?I know (myself) for I have found,a beauty, hidden – in a sound.Waiting is boring.And so is exploring.A smile is sometimes all it takes.And then your whole world simply breaks.

The moment we begin to believe we have got something about God figured out with certainty is the moment we can be sure we are no longer speaking about God.

When we are able to systematise and theologise God down to a set of absolute theological principles, I believe that we lose something essential. When our faith becomes nothing more than a stagnant creed or unchanging statement of belief, we lose sight of the majesty and glory of God, the mystery and diversity that gives vibrancy to our faith.

Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.

If you can be heartless as the first man who visited the space, then there will be nothing impossibe for you to achieve.

We were born to be free, to expand our horizons by going where we have never gone before, and not to hang out in the relative comfort and safety of the nest, the known. There is a place within us that is courageous beyond our human understanding; it yearns to explore beyond the boundaries of our daily life.

it's something rebellious about picking up and leaving buying a one way ticket and not knowing when you want to return.

We write, not because we claim to know more than others, but perhaps because we want to know more than others. Writers are explorers

I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I believed in, and the only thing that believed in me.

From all that I saw,and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered.

I can speak to my soul only when the two of us are off exploring deserts or cities or mountains or roads.

If real, regular, normal, boring life, (when you're at home every day, seeing the same people, doing the same things) is like sitting at home on the floor surrounded by toys... traveling feels to me like going to Toys R Us with your toy box and getting to trade stuff in and buy new things and explore whole new ideas.

Love adventurous life.Be passionately curious about exploring new adventures.

Dark Energy is poorly understood and it is clear that we are currently moving into exploring thecomplete electromagnetic spectrum that also includes the study of atmospheric pressure waves,atmospheric voltage effects on the cellular system, and the biological effects of the various forms ofatmospheric radiation transmission.

I'm a wanderer. But i don't wander to explore the outer physical world , I do it to explore the universe inside me.

Proust, more perspicaciously than any other writer, reminds us that the 'walks' of childhood form the raw material of our intelligence.

But ironically the believers have done worse in exploring the earth than sons of men who are not even believers have done.

I'm more interested in arousing enthusiasm in kids than in teaching the facts. The facts may change, but that enthusiasm for exploring the world will remain with them the rest of their lives.

On this life you will act like a scientist,you need to keep experimenting and do some mistakes, but in the end you will find out how to make things so perfect ...

A person does not grow from the ground like a vine or a tree, one is not part of a plot of land. Mankind has legs so it can wander.

While astronomers have been exploring outer Space, I have been exploring inner space.

Every time you dive, you hope you'll see something new - some new species. Sometimes the ocean gives you a gift, sometimes it doesn't.

I explored because I was feeling really crappy, and I wanted to know why

It's a strange city... filled with things that are not obvious.

I belong here, I tell Toy. I'm hungry for every city block. Every brick building. Every crowded intersection. Electric. I feel brand new.

There's a simplicity and a sense of adventure to being alone, and I sometimes envy you for having it, as you explore Paris. Even when you're getting your heart broken, you can still wake up and not know what's going to happen next.