Quotes About Discovery

I walked away to get wisdom, but in the end I just walked home.

Like Magellan, let us find our islands To die in, far from home, from anywhere Familiar. Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.

I knew then that I wanted to go home, but I had no home to go to-and that is what adventures are all about.

Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.

I never heard the gospel of Jesus Christ. I had never attended church, was never raised in a religious home, never had any insight of God or who he was until I was 18 years old.

For me the first great joy of traveling is simply the luxury of leaving all my beliefs and certainties at home, and seeing everything I thought I knew in a different light, and from a crooked angle.

A restless spirit who can't reach his goal, can't find a home until I've found my soul.

I thought about all the things I was suddenly able to do—like fight with a sword and summon a magical shell of armor. Those were not things I covered in home school.

Some gifted adventurer is always sailing round the world of art and science, to bring home costly merchandise from every port.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.

Honor thy error as a hidden intention.

Many of the things the slow food people honor were innovations within historical times. Somebody had to be the first European to eat a tomato.

I consider him [Alexander von Humboldt] the most important scientist whom I have met.

[Alexander von] Humboldt showers us with true treasures.

You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.

Hope is like a path in the countryside. Originally, there is nothing - but as people walk this way again and again, a path appears.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

The deepest dark reveals the starriest hope.

Carry with you maps and string, flashlights, friends who make you sing, and stars to help you find your place, music, hope, and amazing grace.

I spend many months in apparently listless rumination out of which I hope something will emerge.

Sometimes a journey arises out of hope and instinct, the heady conviction, as your finger travels along the map: Yes, here and here ... and here. These are the nerve-ends of the world.

I hope it won't take long.

Sometimes ideas just come to me. Other times I have to sweat and almost bleed to make ideas come. It's a mysterious process, but I hope I never find out exactly how it works.