Quotes About Discovery

A little globe of pulsing color grew in rhythmic spurts and burst in midair into formless gouts that swirled high and came down as curving streamers in interlacing patterns. They coalesced into little spheres, no two alike in color—and Bayta began discovering things.

You must find that Second Foundation.

Hackett's Equation.

TERMINUS … Its location (see map) was an odd one for the role it was called upon to play in Galactic history, and yet as many writers have never tired of pointing out, an inevitable one. Located on the very fringe of the Galactic spiral, an only planet of an isolated sun, poor in resources and negligible in economic value, it was never settled in the five centuries after its discovery, until the landing of the Encyclopedists …

The Machine is only a tool after all, which can help humanity progress faster by taking some of the burdens of calculations and interpretations off its back. The task of the human brain remains what it has always been; that of discovering new data to be analyzed, and of devising new concepts to be tested.

He started blindly but within a month he had that feeling that every scientist recognizes—the endless click-click as unexpected pieces fall into place, as annoying anomalies become anomalous no more—It was the feel of Truth.

the use of electrodes at skull sutures by a newly developed means which enabled contact to be made directly with the gray cells, without even the necessity of shaving a patch of skull.

Why, he wondered, did so many people spend their lives not trying to find answers to questions - not even thinking of questions to begin with? Was there anything more exciting in life than seeking answers?

Therefore, for the sake of all of us, let's abandon our useless, endless, suicidal bickering and unite behind the real task that awaits us—to survive—to learn—to expand—to enter into a new level of knowledge. Let us strive to inherit the Universe that is waiting for us; doing so alone, if we must, or in company with others—if they are there.

Reading is like looking through several windows which open to an infinite landscape....For me life without reading would be like being in prison, it would be as if my spirit were in a straightjacket; life would be a very dark and narrow place.

Those who seek the truth run the risk of finding it.

Nunca se podra encontrar a quien no quiere ser encontrado.

A escrita é uma longa introspecção, é uma viagem até às cavernas mais obscuras da consciência, uma lenta meditação. Escrevo às apalpadelas no silêncio e pelo caminho descubro partículas de verdade, pequenos cristais que cabem na palma da mão e justificam a minha passagem por este mundo.(...)

En medio del invierno aprendí por fin que había en mí un verano invencible.

La escritura es una larga introspección, es un viaje hacia las cavernas más oscuras de la conciencia, una lenta meditación. Escribo a tientas en el silencio y por el camino descubro partículas de verdad, pequeños cristales que caben en la palma de una mano y justifican mi paso por este mundo.

Mi vida ha sido una serie de navegaciones, he ido de un lado a otro en esta tierra. He sido extranjero sin saber que tenia raices profundas...

Scrisul e o introspectie indelungata, o calatorie catre grotele cele mai ascunse ale constiintei, o meditatie lenta. Scriu pipaind tacerea, descoperind particule de adevar, mici cristale care-mi cad in palma si-mi justifica trecerea pe aceasta lume.

at least as old as synthetic penicillin—you

Writing is a long process of introspection; it is a voyage toward the darkest caverns of consciousness, a long, slow meditation. I write feeling my way in silence, and along the way discover particles of truth, small crystals that fit in the palm of one hand and justify my passage through this world.

Non si può trovare chi non vuole essere trovato.

Tijdens de lange reis in het voetspoor van een onmogelijke romance had Eliza iets verworden dat even waardevol was als de liefde: vrijheid

y así fui descubriendo de a poco una manera articulada de expresar la rabia sorda que me había acompañado siempre.

Es fascinante observar los objetos del hombre que una empieza a amar, revelan sus hábitos y sus secretos.

the poem by Antonio Machado, "there is no road, the road is made by walking