Quotes About Discovery

He was Odysseus one moment, the Ancient Mariner the next, an ordinary man like Tom Joad or a seeker like Douglas Adams's hitchhiker. He wandered in search of a past that existed only inside himself. He sought fields of flowers and towering cliffs that jutted out over the ocean and mountaintops that pierced the clouds.

think about kissing boys all the time. Me and all my friends. We even practice making out with our pillows.

As a child, she'd been a great reader, finding the ultimate escape within the pages of a story. She learned that opening a book was like opening a set of double doors—the next step would take her inside to Neverland or Nod, Sunnybrook Farm or Mulberry Street.

Why do you keep trying to make me feel better? Because it sucks for you, the things you found out today, and there's no fixing any of them. And because I like you. You like me... That's what I said. How? What? How do you like me? As a person you feel sorry for because I just found out some really bad news? As someone you've been working with this summer? As an ex-girlfriend you still have old feelings for? Close. As an ex-girlfriend I have new feelings for.

a group of villagers in the highlands of Vietnam, he'd discovered the crash site of four U.S. soldiers who had gone missing fifty years before.

We all have our own unique gifts. It is incumbent upon the larger society to discover them.

They tumbled out of the van, eager to explore the docks. There were brown pelicans and sea lions, anemones and barnacles clinging to the planks and pilings, and silver flashes of schooling minnows in the shallows.

Through this. Through to where? Where did you end up when you got through something? What happened at the end of through? Was it a destination? Or another open door? An escape hatch?

No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit." —Helen Keller

You see, I believe some people are born in the place they belong. Others have to go looking for it.

She read books that took her to faraway places. Books that let her live a different life. Books that made her see the world with new eyes.

the one who was lost. It was as if someone had pulled a dark hood over her face, spun her around until she was dizzy, then thrust her forward, to grope her way blindly through life, praying she would find something to hold on to.

I drew the things of nature, leaves and berries, shore grasses and nuts and long fronds of fern. I drew a curlew perched at the end of a pier, and a cormorant with wings outstretched to catch the breeze. Drawing is a way to make sense of the world in my heart and mind. I speak through my drawing and sometimes I discover my own feelings that were hidden from me.

It's a sadness, yet this has only made me look deeper to find the joy.

O, wherever men of my sort used to go, long ago. Wandering on paths that other men have not seen. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain.

but as a scientist and an explorer I have a duty to bear witness to the Splendours of the World.

Like the hero of a fairy-tale Mr Norrell had discovered that the power to do what he wished had been his own all along.

It seemed off that anyone could live behind such a high hedge of thorns, and he began to think it would be no great surprize to discover that Mr. Wyvern had been asleep for a hundred years or so. 'Well, I shall not mind that so much,' he thought, 'so long as I am not expected to kiss him.

Abandoning the search for the Knowledge would free us to pursue a new sort of science. We could follow any path that the data suggested to us.

Those who wander are not necessarily lost.

me, my Rebbe was the geologist of the soul. You see, there are so many treasures in the earth. There is gold, there is silver, and there are diamonds. But if you don't know where to dig, you'll only find dirt and rocks and mud. The Rebbe can tell you where to dig, and what to dig for, but the digging you must do yourself.

No, policemen were not danger lovers, they were seekers of the awesome, the incredible, even the unspeakable in human experience. Never mind whether they could interpret, never mind if it was potentially hazardous to the soul. To be there was the thing.

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives. — Josephine Hart

C'è un paesaggio interiore, una geografia dell'anima;ne cerchiamo gli elementi per tutta la vita.