Quotes About Discovery

The shortness of life! The shortness of life!' I've only one night or one day, and there's this vast dangerous garden, waiting out there, undiscovered, unexplored.

The discovery that some of the behaviors in your family that you thought and felt were wrong or abnormal actually were abnormal is tremendously freeing and validating, and helps you learn to trust yourself. Don't be afraid to ask if something seems normal to someone else. Even though dysfunctional family dynamics are usually well-hidden behind the closed doors of many families, almost everyone experiences them.

Reading can be a road to freedom or a key to a secret garden, which, if tended, will transform all of life.

A free fall from joy to.. Truth.

Grief does not change you. It reveals you. JOHN GREEN

When you seek to know all of the answers, your life then becomes limited by that which you already know. When you seek to ask deep and relevant questions, your life is only limited by the extent of your courage and willingness to learn and to try something new.

The movement of descent and discovery begins at the moment you consciously become dissatisfied with life. . . . Concealed within this basic unhappiness with life and existence is the embryo of a growing intelligence, a special intelligence, usually buried under the immense weight of social shams. A person who is beginning to sense the suffering of life is, at the same time, beginning to "awaken" to deeper realities, truer realities.4

To see to the depth of a river, wade into still water. In the silent space under the slick of the world, the river clears. If you stand still too, so as not to wrinkle the water, you will see the shadows of minnows. You will smell sage and melting snow and you will notice, incised into the topography of the silt, little river channels pointing to the sea. And isn't this what you had hoped to find? A quiet place where everything comes clear and the Earth itself shows the way to the one thing.

Tis said that wisdom comes to those who seek it." -Christopher

late the other night, when the kids were asleep and the birds at roost, I made a tour through the Internet's second-hand bookstores,…

There's mystery in my own back green - especially in my own back green!

Take a plain-Jane rock and polish it, and you'll find a gem.

It is human nature to believe that the phenomena we know are the only ones that exist," Marie wrote, "and whenever some chance discovery extends the limits of our knowledge we are filled with amazement." She was talking about radioactivity, but she could almost have been talking about the supernatural: "We cannot become accustomed to the idea that we live in a world that is revealed to us only in a restricted portion of its manifestations.

My goal is to allow readers their own experience of whatever discovery I have made, so that it feels new to them, but also familiar, in that it is a piece with their own experience. It is a form of serious play.

The task, and the joy, of writing for me is that I can play with the metaphors that God has placed in the world and present them to others in a way they will accept. My goal is to allow readers their own experience of whatever discovery I have made, so that it feels new to them, but also familiar, in that it is of a piece with their own experience. It is a form of serious play.

The lover of books is a miner, searching for gold.

Any day you walk down a street and find nothing new but nothing missing counts as a good day in a city you love.

Perfume should tell a story – the story of who you are, who you might be, perhaps even of who you fear becoming . . .

secondhand bookstores have pilgrims. The words out of print are a call to arms for those who seek a Holy Grail made of paper and ink.

You see, the truth is no one ever really falls in love with anyone but themselves. Love is a mirror; a reflective surface projecting who we wish we were. What we've all waiting for is someone to come along who will show us something new about ourselves that we can adore. And then, because someone loves us, in turn, we love ourselves. Does that make sense?

The world had edges but you couldn't see them going, only when you were trying to come back.

Of course if a person looked at his life from above, he could see the whole thing for what it was; he'd only feel lost while he was living it, when he still hadn't figured out that it was in fact a maze and that both the way in and the way out led to the same enormous empty place surrounding it. (From The Thin Place)

History is boring, Janice concurred, undaunted as usual. It's not like the Ride of the Valkyries. It's what comes before history that isn't boring.

blackbird. They reached the sandy area