Quotes About Discovery

I have one talent, he wrote, and that is the capacity to be tremendously surprised, surprised at life, at ideas.

My favorite thing is to go where I've never been.

I tend to think of the act of photographing, generally speaking, as an adventure. My favorite thing is to go where I've never been.

Nothing is ever the same as they said it was. It's what I've never seen before that I recognize.

My favourite thing is to go where I've never been.

The farther afield you go, the more you are going home ... as if the gods put us down with a certain arbitrary glee in the wrong place and what we seek is who we had really ought to be.

I thought we'd known everything there was to know about each other but obviously that wasn't the case.

So You Want To Be A Wizard?

When friends couldn't be found, the books were always waiting with something new to tell. Life that was getting too much the same could be shaken up in a few minutes by the pictures in a book of some ancient temple newly discovered deep in a rain-forest, a fuzzy photo of Uranus with it's up-and-down rings, or a prismed picture taken through the faceted eye of a bee. -Nita Callahan- -So You Want To Be A Wizard-

When friends couldn't be found, the books were always waiting with something new to tell. Life that was getting too much the same could be shaken up in a few minutes by the pictures in a book of some ancient temple newly discovered deep in a rain-forest, a fuzzy photo of Uranus with it's up-and-down rings, or a prismed picture taken through the faceted eye of a bee.

Searching too hard for God can get in the way of finding Him. Sometimes you just have to stop looking and let yourself be taken by surprise.

Sometimes you can know things. Things about yourself. Things from before you can remember.

They were collectors of words the same way so many of the gravel diggers were collectors of fossils. They kept an ear constantly alert for them, the rare, the unusual, the unique.

He felt something move in his chest, as though an organ had been removed and something unfamiliar left in its place. A sentiment he had never suspected the existence of bloomed in him. It traveled from his chest along his veins to every limb. It swelled in his head, muffled his ears, stilled his voice, and collected in his feet and fingers. Having no language for it, he remained silent, but felt it root, become permanent.

So much science has at its root the ability to see afresh what has been seen and thought to be understood for centuries.

He knows what reading is. How it takes you.

Then something rang a bell in his mind. What

stood with my hand on the handle of the third door. The rule of three, Miss Winter had said. But I wasn't in the mood for her story anymore. Her dangerous house with its indoor rain and trick mirror had lost its interest for me.

Margaret Lea." "The biographer.

I needed a lost language. One in which I could communicate with the lost.

then into a space where there seemed to be nothing but mist. When we came to a wall of yew twice as high as Aurelius himself, we followed it. I noticed a sparkling in the grass and on the leaves: The sun had come out. The moisture in the air began to evaporate and the circle of visibility grew wider by the minute. Our wall of yew had led us full circle around an empty space; we had arrived back at the same walkway we had entered by.

Do you mean to tell me, Aurelius, that you are a foundling?" "Yes. That is the word for what I am. A foundling.

Thomas Ambrose Proctor!

I smiled into the clever eyes. "Find out for me," I said, "whether Oliver