Quotes About Discovery

some individuals choose to move to remote and exotic locations

The summit is not the only place on the mountain.

Man's First Mistake: The Wheel

There is a Northwest Passage to the intellectual world.

An English man does not travel to see English men.

a journey into the unknown in the world without produces a movement towards new and unknown areas in our world within.

Sometimes, people can go missing right before our very eyes.Sometimes, people can discover you, even though they've been looking at you the entire time. Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we're not paying enough attention.

A shame really, because putting the right book in the right kid's hands is kind of like giving that kid superpowers.

Sometimes my feelings get so big that I just want to swim out into the darkness. Just jump off the end of the world. Sometimes I want to dig, right down to the bones of everything. Sometimes when you dig, you dig up stuff you might not want to find. But that's where the good stuff lies.

It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.

Het trage, tropische voortslenteren, de manier van lopen van de flaneur, is de beste manier om een land te leren kennen. Ik lees, ik schrijf en ik voel hoe het land langzaam in mij doorsijpelt - haast is fataal voor de reiziger.

Ik heb het ongelukkige karakter van iemand die altijd achter de volgende heuvel wil kijken, en die nog steeds niet geleerd heeft dat daarachter weer een andere heuvel ligt.

Quello che faccio io non si può quasi più chiamare viaggiare, non si scopre più niente, si digita, controlla, smentisce e conferma, immagini e idee vengono confrontate con la "realtà", ciò che in ultima istanza vado a fare è vedere se il Giappone esiste davvero, come se uno spettatore al cinema potesse entrare nello schermo e sedersi a tavola con i protagonisti.

He felt as if he'd dived into a deep, clear lake and discovered it was a shallow, knee-deep pond. What did you do? Well, you stood up. You rinsed your mud-caked knees and pulled your feet out of the muck. And you were more cautious after that. You knew, from then on, that the world was a smaller place than you'd expected.

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it. All those times he'd pretended to lose her.

At last she turned to the only source she could think of: her mother. Her mother was a journalist, at least in name. True, her mother mostly covered small stories, but journalists found things out.

She will figure out what happened to Lydia. She will find out who is responsible. She will find out what went wrong.

With one finger he tips it from the shelf. The Boy Who Drew Cats: A Japanese Folktale. He's never seen this particular book before, but as soon as he sees the cover he knows it's the same story. A Japanese folktale

Era tão fácil (...) descobrir coisas sobre as pessoas. Estava tudo disponível, tudo sobre elas. Bastava procurar. Era possível descobrir qualquer coisa sobre alguém caso se esforçasse para isso.

Mac's Backs supplied him with well-worn copies of On the Road and Dharma Bums, the poems of Frank O'Hara and Rainer Maria Rilke and Pablo Neruda,

All weekend he'd wandered awestruck, trying to take it all in: the fluted pillars of the enormous library, the red brick of the buildings against the bright green of the lawns, the sweet chalk smell that lingered in each lecture hall. The purposeful stride he saw in everyone's walk, as if they knew they were destined for greatness.

Even her beloved Warren gave up at that point -- "I don't need to know how it works, Mi," he told her at last, "I just want to see the pictures" -- and Mia realized that she was crossing into a place she would have to go alone.

Lydia—so long enthralled by the dreams of others—could not yet imagine what that might be, but suddenly the universe glittered with possibilities.

She knew at last where everything had gone wrong. And she knew where she had to go.