exploring

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

My poems tend to be more celebratory and lyrical, and the novels so far pretty dark. Poetry doesn't seem to me to be an appropriate tool for exploring that.

All those hours exploring the great outdoors made me more resilient and confident.

I want to keep learning, keep exploring, keep doing more.

Why is there space rather than no space? Why is space three-dimensional? Why is space big? We have a lot of room to move around in. How come it's not tiny? We have no consensus about these things. We're still exploring them.