Quotes About Discovery

Well, see, there's this cave in Switzerland I really need to find.' She slipped on her sunglasses; was already in the middle of the street when she turned and looked back at Hale and Gabrielle. 'You coming?

But then the girl moved, and smiled, and pulled her hand from the grate- a gorgeous green stone clutched tightly in her grasp. It was covered with dust and cobwebs, but it was uncracked and unharmed. And, of course, completely fake.

The Bagshaws? They didn't know she was a nun!

Life's best adventures are as close as your nearest bookshelf. Tour Europe with the Count of Monte Cristo. Dance a ball with Mr Darcy. Hunt down bad guys with Stephanie Plum. Amazing things can happen when you read.

guess we should start by X-raying it," Liz said slowly. "We'll need to scan it for biohazards, of course, and—" Abby lunged forward, cutting Liz off. She didn't hesitate as she grabbed the package and ripped. Scraps of paper and packing material flew everywhere, but no one said a thing as Abby turned the envelope upside down and dumped the contents onto the table. "Or we could do that," Liz finished.

Are we supposed to be in here?" Logan shrugged. "Probably not. But if they really wanted to keep us out, they shouldn't have let me see them punch in the code that one time." Maddie thought he made a very excellent point. Everyone knew that Logan was really good at remembering things. All the things. Like phone numbers and access numbers and where the White House stored its chocolate.

Cammie, where did you get that necklace?

Madeleine Rose Manchester had absolutely no intention of invading the White House. But she knew seven different ways she could do it if she'd wanted to. After all, Logan had lived there less than a year, and already he and Maddie had found four tunnels, two pseudo-secret passageways, and a cabinet near the kitchen that smelled faintly of cheese and only partially blocked an old service elevator that really wasn't as boarded up as everybody thought.

Beyond the wall, the sea stretches out, dark and vast, and I know why – once upon a time – it would have been easy to think the world was flat.

Run. It's been what people have been telling me to do all year, and now I think it's time I really listen. … Please don't look for me. Please don't worry. And most of all, please don't think of this as me of running away but of running towards. … Now I'm going to leave her, and spend this summer trying to find them. I'll be back. And when I am, I promise I'll have answers.

A new feeling coursed through me—relief. I felt…like a girl. Like I didn't know all the answers and that was okay because I still had time to learn them.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

I love you, Rio," Nella whispered, barely able to form the words. "Love you too, baby," Rio said, his voice as broken as hers. "I've known that a long time." He grinned. "You know what I didn't know? I really hate space travel.

No sólo no sabía lo que quería, sino que me daba miedo pensarlo, pero sabía que quería más. Aquella noche descubrí la verdadera naturaleza de la ambición, desear lo que se teme, temer lo que se desea, y desear más temer más, siempre más, como un hambriento que nunca quisiera encontrar un alimento capaz de saciar su hambre. Era muy raro, era terrible, incluso terrorífico, pero eso era exactamente lo que me pasaba

se derrumbó del todo cuando descubrió los placeres del fracaso, la serenidad de la abulia absoluta, la venenosa satisfacción de estar todo el día en la cama, sin otro compromiso que esperar la llegada de un nuevo día de pasividad, de estricta indolencia.

Nadie prefiere ya lo malo conocido a lo bueno por conocer.

Science is the catalyst of truth, a torch that illuminates the darkest corners of ignorance, transforming mysteries into knowledge.

The greatest adventure lies not in discovering new lands, but in discovering the boundless potential within yourself.

The quest for knowledge in science is a never-ending journey, where every answer births new questions.

Every broken man comes to understand that'll he'll never find paradise when all that he wants was there all along.

I spent a college semester in a small town in Italy - and that is where I truly tasted food for the first time.

I have no idea what Paloma looks like-what she'll be like. I have no idea what to expect. I should've asked more questions. I should've used the last ten hours to grill Chay until he broke-until he confided every dark and dirty secret Paloma is hiding. Instead,I chose to eat.And read.And dream about some phantom boy with smooth brown skin,icy-blue eyes, and long glossy black hair-a boy I've never even met in real life. Lot of good it did me.

Which is why I'd strongly caution you against scripting an ending that indulges your fears before you've had a chance to discover if they're even valid or real.

Everyone has to start somewhere,' he says, his eyes dark and smoldering, his fingers seeking the scar on my face. The one on my forehead. The one that's hidden under my bangs. The one he has no way of knowing about. 'Even Picasso had a teacher.' He smiles, withdrawing his hand and the warmth that came with it, returning to his painting, as I remind myself to breathe.