Quotes About Discovery

Assim como só nas entranhas da Terra se acham os diamantes, assim somente nas entranhas do pensamento se encontram as verdades.

Il y a une manière d'éviter qui ressemble à chercher.

Voir mille objets pour la première et pour la dernière fois, quoi de plus mélancolique et de plus profond ! Voyager, c'est naître et mourir à chaque instant.

The Unknown is an ocean. What is conscience? It is the compass of the Unknown.

The reader has, no doubt, already divined that M. Madeleine is no other than Jean Valjean.

étudier à Paris, c'est naître à Paris.

Así como los diamantes sólo se encuentran en las profundidades de la tierra, las verdades sólo se hallan en las profundidades del pensamiento.

On ne trouve les diamants que dans les ténèbres de la terre; on ne trouve les vérités que dans les profondeurs de la pensée.

Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins.

If he had had Peru in his pocket he would certainly have given it to the dancer, but Gringoire had no Peru there, and, besides, America was not yet discovered.

Lire, c'est voyager; Voyager, c'est lire.

Where the telescope ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two possesses the larger field of vision? Choose. A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.

There is a way of encountering error while on one's way to the truth.

I was always a little girl, lost in Oz, looking for a way to believe that there was no place like home Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Inside was a library unlike any Leni had ever seen. Row upon row of wooden desks, decorated with green banker's lamps, were positioned beneath an arched ceiling. Gothic chandeliers hung above the desks. And the books! She'd never seen so many. They whispered to her of unexplored worlds and unmet friends and she realized that she wasn't alone in this new world. Her friends were here, spine out, waiting for her as they always had.

And you," Large Marge said. "What's your story, missy?" "I don't have a story." "Everyone has a story. Maybe yours just starts up here.

Beneath the shoes lay Loreda's brand-new library card and The Hidden Staircase. Loreda looked up. "You went back? In the rain?" "Mrs. Quisdorf picked that book out for you. That card, though, that's the real gift. It can take you anywhere, Loreda.

Inside was a library unlike any Leni had ever seen. Row upon row of wooden desks, decorated with green banker's lamps, were positioned beneath an arched ceiling. Gothic chandeliers hung above the desks. And the books! She'd never seen so many. They whispered to her of unexplored worlds and unmet friends and she realized that she wasn't alone in this new world. Her friends were here, spine out, waiting for her as they always had.

of mine, it is this: In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are. Today's young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve

I went in search of my mother's life, and found my own.

In a breathtaking instant, Cora's life crashed into focus, became small. There was just one thing that mattered; how could she not have known it from the beginning? Why had she spent so much time searching for who she was? She should have known. Always. From the very beginning. She was a mother. A mother.

Sometimes when you open the door to your mother's past, you find your own future.

But for now, I am an explorer again, made bold by hardship and strengthened by loss, going west in search of something that exists only in my imagination. A life different than one I've known before.

It's a dangerous business … going out of your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to." —J. R. R. Tolkien