Quotes About Discovery

Who I am remains to be seen— and I alone intend to be the one to see it.

From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.

From your parents, you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot in front of the other. But when books are opened, you discover that you have wings.

When books are opened, we discover that we have wings

I genitori ti insegnano ad amare, ridere e correre. Ma solo entrando in contatto con i libri, si scopre di avere le ali.

From your parents you learn love & laughter & how to put one foot in front of the other. But when books are opened, you discover you have wings.

This is why James likes birds- because they are all possibility. They make a line in the aid, the invisible line of their flight, and this line can join up with other lines or lead somewhere entirely new. All you have to do is believe that the line exists and learn how to follow it. And sometimes life will make this same invisible line for him, make him see where he came from, what he is attached to.

I always knew He was there, but I didn't know His name.

No pessimest ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an unchartered land or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.

No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.

the children supposed that he was a pilgrim.

so that new things I encountered, then, seemed souvenirs from the distant past.

For even if we don't believe in miracles, they are there, and they are waiting for us to find them.

A magpie flies like a frying pan!'8 he could write, with the joy of discovering something new in the world. And it is that joy, that childish delight in the lives of creatures other than man, that I love most in White. He was a complicated man, and an unhappy one. But he knew also that the world was full of simple miracles.

Looking for goshawks is like looking for grace: it comes, but not often, and you don't get to say when or how. But you have a slightly better chance on still, clear mornings in early spring

he could write, with the joy of discovering something new in the world. And it is that joy, that childish delight in the lives of creatures other than man, that I love most in White. He was a complicated man, and an unhappy one. But he knew also that the world was full of simple miracles.

and it was there, standing on the edge of a village playing field, that I gratefully stepped into novicehood again, as if I had never seen a hawk in my life.

It takes a long time to be yourself, in the presence of a new hawk.

The archeology of grief is not ordered.

happiness. An obscure shame grips me. I had a fixed idea of what a goshawk was, just as those Victorian falconers had, and it was not big enough to hold what goshawks are. No one had ever told me goshawks played. It was not in the books. I had not imagined it was possible. I wondered if it was because no one had ever played with them. The thought made me terribly sad.

Our whole life is an attempt to discover when our spontaneity is whimsical, sentimental irresponsiblity and when it is a valid expression of our deepest desires and values.

The Wizard of Oz, a master narrative of the questing journey, not only tells us that there will be disenchantment with the object of the quest, disenchantment perhaps built into any relationship that is based on idealization, but also stresses that what the seeker is really looking for is to be found in herself. Indeed, it is a cliché of the pilgrimage that it fundamentally involves the universal quest for the self.

Over the course of twenty years, however, science has evolved in breathtaking fashion.

Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. The poem tells me it's no big deal that I'm not like Snow. I can be another thing; I'm meant to be another thing.