Quotes About Discovery

The central task of science is to arrive, stage by stage, at a clearer comprehension of nature, but this does not at all mean, as it is sometimes claimed to mean, a search for mastery over nature.

We have come a long way on that old molecule.

Arriving at cell theory has been considered even more important to biology than Darwin's theory of evolution

Down on my knees / I peel back the layers of the world.

I came to water late. I learned to swim at the age of 20.

Did anyone really know their child? Your child was a little stranger, constantly changing, disappearing and reintroducing himself to you. New personality traits could appear overnight.

Her goodness had limits. She could have easily gone her whole life without knowing those limits, but now she knew exactly where they lay.

Polly had arrived in the world outraged to discover that her sisters had gotten there before her.

He hadn't left her for something better, but for something new.

But Grace quite likes the fact that you can think something is one way all your life, and it turns out you're wrong, it can be something else entirely. It makes her feel free. Nothing is rigid. Things change. You can change your mind. You can change your thinking.

All babies had that same wise look, as if they'd just come from another realm where they'd learned some beautiful truth they couldn't share. Every day brought an endless stream of new life.

You suppose you are the trouble But you are the cure You suppose that you are the lock on the door But you are the key that opens it Rumi Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they changed it. George Carlin

This was the thing with the murky world of the Internet. You swam along through cyberspace, merrily picking up this and that, and next thing you knew you'd stumbled upon something unsavory and ugly.

Mummy!" Maddie toddled back into the kitchen, an expression of perplexed delight on her face. "Look!" She held up two copies of Good Night, Little Bear. Lyn said, "Fancy that!" and Maddie plunked down onto her bottom with both books in front of her, her head turning back and forth, as she flipped each page, intent on solving this mystery.

Nico said there were good floorboards waiting beneath the vile carpet in the house they'd just bought. Amazing to think something beautiful could lie beneath the ugliness and all you had to do was peel it away.

Your child was a little stranger, constantly changing, disappearing and reintroducing himself to you. New personality traits could appear overnight.

It was all because of the Berlin Wall. If it weren't for the Berlin Wall, Cecilia would never have found the letter, and then she wouldn't be sitting here, at the kitchen table, willing herself not to rip it open.

She'd been gone for nearly a year and her hair was longer and she was wearing an entire outfit Gemma had never seen before. Even her shoes were different.

Self-hypnosis was such a wonderful tool. She could always tell when a student or client actually got it. They were awestruck by what their minds could achieve. The first time that levitating sensation happened to her it was like she'd discovered she could fly.

The information was like a secret weapon hidden in her pocket, which she held in the palm of her hand, caressing its contours, considering its power.

When she looked up Tony was already walking toward the pool gate. As he lifted his arm to open it, his shorts suddenly slid down to his knees to reveal the entirety of his buttocks. "Fuck!" he said with deep feeling. Frances stared. What in the world? The man had tattoos of bright yellow smiley faces on both his butt cheeks. It was extraordinary. It was like discovering he was wearing a secret clown suit beneath his clothes.

Your child was a little stranger, constantly changing, disappearing and reintroducing himself to you

You can think something is one way all your life, and it turns out you're wrong, it can be something else entirely.

office to which she would never return. 2 Ten years later Frances On a hot, cloudless January day, Frances Welty, the formerly bestselling romantic novelist, drove alone through scrubby bushland six hours north-west of her Sydney home. The black ribbon of highway unrolled hypnotically