Quotes About Discovery

He talks about the gift of being lost in the woods. I've always found that comforting, somehow. That maybe you have to be truly lost before you can find yourself again.

Searching out something important and going astray look exactly the same for a while, in fact.

The pilgrims and the lost often did look the same,

Places change us, don't they? Sometimes more than we can even guess.

It feels important to go everywhere one can and see all there is to see and try to understand it.

That's the problem with going into the world, isn't it? You actually have to face things you find you don't want to know.

Perhaps I will begin by walking where he has walked." Arap

Swahili phrase he'd challenged me with years before, "A new thing is good, though it be a sore place.

us, trailed by Cockie Birkbeck and a slight, dark-haired fellow who wasn't a bit like Bror Blixen. He turned out to be her husband, Ben. If

That's the problem with going into the world, isn't it? You actually have to face things you find you don't want to know. In the same way that fish had quickness, cats had a way of being still. That was their gift, and you could learn a lot by watching them get there. If you lay close with them, and matched your breathing with theirs, you sometimes thought you had a great and very rare secret.

After a year of fumbling and embarrassing encounters with Jock, I was finally learning what sex was, and that I liked it. Boy would come into my cottage at night and wake me by roughly pressing against me, his hands everywhere before I was fully conscious.

Twende tu," she called out in Swahili as she buckled her helmet. I am going.

For better for for worse I was born a traveler, wanting to go everywhere and see everything.

the boy, who

The Vega Gull is peacock blue with silver wings, more splendid than any bird I've known, and somehow mine to fly. She's called The Messenger, and has been designed and built with great care and skill to do what should be impossible—cross an ocean in one brave launch, thirty-six hundred miles of black chop and nothingness—and to take me with her. It

I never travelled," I told her. "Oh, you absolutely should," she insisted, "if only so that you can come home and really see it for what it is. That's my favourite part.

Too much was new about India, and the days had no anchor. Jock might have fallen for the bold girl I was when I was fourteen, but he didn't really know me any more than I knew him.

The small child walks to develop his powers, he is building up his being. He goes slowly. He has neither rhythmic step nor goal. But things around him allure him and urge him forward.

She was quite surprised to notice that the "toys" she had placed in the room were among those things virtually untouched.

To find one's way anywhere one has to find one's door, just like Alice, you see. You take too much of one thing and you get too big, then you take too much of another and you get too small. You've got to find your own doorway into things.

Step so far outside of your comfort zone that you can't find your way back.

He knew that he did not play music so much as walk into it, as if into a palace of great riches, with rooms opening into other rooms, which opened into still other rooms, and in these rooms were courtyards and fountains with passageways to yet more mysterious spaces of melody

there is no substitute for walking in the landscape itself, or turning over dusty old pages in the archives of San Antonio.

so he proceeded with great caution into an alien landscape of the mind and the mind's eye.