Quotes About Discovery

And when all the lights have gone out, such as is the case in the modern era, we must look at the brilliance which shines in far off places, and journey to it. We must bring the Grail back to The People. It is up to us to undertake a most perilous journey. Success isn't guaranteed. But we go forth regardless. Do you have the courage to join us?

Having your evening coffee over A field guide of trails or alpine blossoms & so I need now to ask you Which of the old journals did you first Open to a map of my long wandering When did you first know I'd come back & how did you find yourself here & how did you know this single lantern You are reading by was the last possible Light to lead me home?

New Jersey is one of the best kept secrets in the United States. So, I say let the uninformed keep mocking it, those of us in the know are laughing right back at the ones making fun of it!

I'd had a relationship with a French girl, a Japanese girl, an American girl, a Filippina and she was there all the time - a Lancashire girl. I thought: 'It's a Lancashire girl I was looking for. Why didn't I realize it?'

It was as if he'd arrived at the center of himself after a long journey through the wilderness of his own soul.

J'ai lentement déshabillé son apparence pour savoir qui elle était. (Dix-huit ans, p.143)

I was looking for a book. A very particular book in a vast and wonderful library. I found what I was looking for. It hadn't been opened for quite a long time judging by the dust that coated the upper edge and by the way the paper had yellowed on all sides creeping toward the gutter. When I opened it, some loose pages different from those in the book fell onto the floor. I picked them up and noticed that they were covered with a text in a language I did not understand.

Not until 2006 did documents surface in Spain that detailed the extent of Columbus's tyranny and depravity.

The purpose of life is to discover your gift. The work of life is to develop it. The meaning of life is to give your gift away.

Unfortunately for Ben and Granny, it turns out that ancient poo does still pong.)

One Christmas on a school outing to see the local pantomime two pupils stole the pantomime horse costume. They were only found out when several months later they attempted to enter the Grand National.

Ned and Slime flew over the island,

Buckingham Palace. They lifted their lanterns to reveal a vast cellar

Do you have a surname?" "It begins with a C," said the boy. "Well, at least we have the first letter. It's like doing the crossword!" "Charper!" "Tom Charper!" said the man, scribbling it down on the form. "That's question one done. Just a hundred and ninety-one to go.

the window on the count of three. But even with all of Miss Veal's

At first all she could see was a tiny shadowy shape in the corner by the door. She tiptoed out of bed to have a closer look. It was little and dirty and a tad smelly. The dusty floorboards creaked a little under her weight. The tiny thing turned around. It was a rat.

There is no finish line. So love the journey.

A fractured, flawed man, he combined elements of George Borup, Robert Peary, and Lord Byron.

The whole key to life is discovering things for yourself. What you do with that discovery is what lies on the other side of that door.

What I have not seen or failed to see I leave as a gift.

We find that, all along, we had what we needed from the beginning and that in the end we have returned to its essence, an essence we could not understand until we had experienced the actual heartbreak of the journey.

Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief, turning down through its black water to the place we cannot breathe, will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering, the small round coins, thrown by those who wished for something else.

I lean back and tilt my head so all I see are the clouds in the sky. I'm looking back inside my head with my eyes wide open. I still don't know where I'm going; I decided I'm not crazy or alien. It's just that I'm more like one of those kids they find in remote jungles or forests []. A wolf child. And they've dragged me into this fucking schizo-culture, snarling and spitting and walking around on curled knuckles.

I'm looking for a path out of the emptiness but all I see is the great wide earth in various formations.