Quotes About Discovery

When I think about my life, the early works, you know, always you learn as a young artist to have a style you can follow, a certain line. But I didn't do that. I had this enormous urge to make different works. And some of them, I didn't see any kind of connection. I didn't know where I'm going. But now, looking 45 years back, everything had perfect sense. It's like a straight line.

When you are a young artist, you have no idea what you are doing. Every artist who says he knows, it is a lie.

For it's only when you reach your destination that you discover the road doesn't end here after all.

There is a special sadness at the end of a journey. For it's only when you get to your destination that you discover the road doesn't end here after all.

Sobretudo, ele gostava do mar. Mergulhava, boiava, velejava, navegava, saltava, nadava, deixava-se submergir. Desenhava-o, pintava-o, estudava-lhe correntes, profundidades, marés, faunas e floras. Fazia praia e a praia fazia-se aos que queriam segui-lo. Outubro ia avançado e a corte em Cascais, e D. Carlos com a mão pousada na amurada do veleiro, cabeça muito redonda virada ao vento norte. Quem lhe dera que a política fosse assim gélida e frontal.

Un momento de reflexión, un sencillo descubrimiento pueden mover la trayectoria de nuestra vida unos humildes grados y, sin embargo, con el tiempo esta mínima desviación es capaz de conducirnos a un nuevo y apasionante destino.

No jugamos a ganar, simplemente jugamos a no perder, y es esta mentalidad la que de verdad crea el juego. Nos obsesionamos en defender la idea de lo que somos en lugar de arriesgarnos a descubrir la imagen de aquello que podríamos llegar a ser.

El plan trazado es la absoluta libertad. Conocernos y ver que pasa, dejar que corra el tiempo y revisar. No hay trabas. No hay compromisos

lo curioso es que no se esconde detrás sino delante de su inexperiencia

Por eso, no estoy asombrado de que, a medida que Avellaneda se fue enterando de cómo había sido Isabel, yo también me haya ido enterando de cómo había sido yo.

Uno de los trayectos más estimulantes de esta vida es el tránsito por el idioma. El pensamiento avanza de palabra en palabra. Es una senda llena de sorpresas y algunas veces totalmente inédita. Y cuando pasa a ser sonido, cuando cada vocablo por fin coincide con la voz que lo espera, entonces lo normal se convierte en milagro. Paso a paso, sílaba a sílaba, el idioma pasa a ser una revelación.

porque ahora sí lo averigüé todo y nosotras no venmis del semen sino de la almófera (125)

De pormenor en pormenor vamos descubriendo el exterior y la intimidad, digamos el milímetro de universo que nos tocó en suerte. Y sólo entonces, cuando encontramos al muchacho o al vejestorio que lleva nuestro nombre, sólo entonces los pormenores suelen convertirse en pormayores.

Twentieth-century British mathematician G.H. Hardy also believed that the human function is to "discover or observe" mathematics rather than to invent it. In other words, the abstract landscape of mathematics was there, waiting for mathematical explorers to reveal it.

Galileo was hailed as a Columbus of the heavens. The Scottish librarian Thomas Segeth raved: "Columbus gave man lands to conquer by bloodshed, Galileo new worlds harmful to none. Which is better?

You cannot teach creativity—how to become a good writer. But you can help a young writer discover within himself what kind of writer he would like to be." Mario Vargas Llosa

Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern.

What I like in this job is you can travel to many places, many imaginations.

If you search and search and stop searching, then ultimately you'll find what you need. It is the experience of living.

This is the beginning of a road whose end is totally unknown and totally known.

A trail without beginning has no end.

If I were to ever have a full-fledged vocation, as opposed to a half-assed avocation, I needed to love it and, in my experience, it isn't always easy to figure out what you love.

He pictured the black dot on the map again. Not very long ago, Dev had believed in the dot's randomness, but now the dot was houses, friends, trees, poems, fiery leaves snagged in his rake, his bike wheels on asphalt. He imagined the dot grown larger and printed with the words on his Milky Way poster: YOU ARE HERE.

It was an answer I should have savored; instead, it gave rise to that moment. You know what I mean. The moment in a relationship in which at the same time you discover you've been floating in air for five and a half weeks, you also discover that your feet have dropped a little closer to the earth.