One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.
We find ourselves in a tiny boat in the middle of a mighty current.
Lev Davidovich Bronstein
Am I more afraid Of taking a chance and learning I'm somebody I don't know, or of risking new territory, only to find I'm the same old me? There is comfort in the tried and true. Breaking ground might uncover a sinkhole, one impossible to climb out of. And setting sail in uncharted waters might mean capsizing into a sea monster's jaws. Easier to turn my back on these things than to try tjem and fail. And yet, a whisper insists I need to know if they are or aren't integral to me. Status quo is a swamp. And stagnation is slow death.
Most of the southern hemisphere is unexplored. We had more exploration ships down there during Captain Cook's time than now. It's amazing.
I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my boat steady and my sails full.
In practice, the ocean is the world's wildest place because of both its fearsome natural danger and how easy it is out there to slip from the boundaries of law and civilization that seem so firm ashore.
We have an unknown distance yet to run, an unknown river to explore. What falls there are, we know not; what rocks beset the channel, we know not; what walls ride over the river, we know not. Ah, well! we may conjecture many things.
So, you know, I think the age of exploration is just beginning, not ending, on our planet.
There is no greater unknown than the sea and no greater mystery than a lost ship.
From inaccessible mountain range by way of desert untrod by human foot to the ends of the unknown seas, the breath of the everlasting creative spirit is felt, rejoicing over every speck of dust that hearkens to it and lives.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.
What do you do with a textbook case when no one's written the textbook?
More and more I’ve become convinced that the great treasure to possess is the unknown.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Young sailors once stood under a square sail, gazing wonderingly across the water to where a strange shore rose about the sea - a New World.
Life is a little like a message in a bottle, to be carried by the winds and the tides.
We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
There's no exploration anymore, except in a very few places.
I guess we’ll be traveling in uncharted waters.” “That’ll be fun,” Phil said.
If the Spray discovered no continents on her voyage, it may be that there were no more continents to be discovered. She did not seek new worlds, or sail to pow-wow about the dangers of the sea.
The regions of the North Pole situated within the eighty-fourth degree of north latitude have not yet been utilized, for the very good reason that they have not yet been discovered.
I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
If you ever find yourself on a boat in the middle of the ocean, you look around in every direction and don't see anything. That's a terrifying experience.
The last sentence in a piece is another adventure. It should open the piece up.