Quotes About Discovery

The Piglet was sitting on the ground at the door of his house blowing happily at a dandelion, and wondering whether it would be this year, next year, sometime or never. He had just discovered that it would be never, and was trying to remember what it was, and hoping it wasn't anything nice, when Pooh came up.

All the best stories are but one story in reality--the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times, how to escape.

Sooner or later we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.

Of course we all have our limits, but how can you possibly find your boundaries unless you explore as far and as wide as you possibly can I would rather fail in an attempt at something new and uncharted than safely succeed in a repeat of something I have done.

Without limitations, how does one find satisfaction?

We have to destroy the radioactive brain of Madame Curie.

Ned felt vaguely insulted. And unimportant. It was one thing to hide away from the world. It was quite another to discover the world didn't miss you when you were gone.

Though I have looked everywhereI can find nothing lowlyin the universe.

Max sent Scottie some literary advice, the same dictum he gave every college student who called on him. He stressed the importance of a liberal arts education but urged her to avoid all courses in writing. "Everyone has to find her own way of writing," he wrote Scottie, "and the source of finding it is largely out of literature.

To lose the earth you know, for greater knowing: to lose the life you have, for greater life: to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving, to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth— —Whereon the pillars of this earth are founded, toward which the conscience of the world is tending—a wind is rising, and the rivers flow.

When you're a visitor to a city, you like to hurry up the habits, lay down a pattern, gain predictability in place of roots.

Most journeys in all of the world start not with bright expectations, a sense of adventure or a bucket and spade, but an empty stomach.

But it isn't easy,' said Pooh. 'Because Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.

Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.

As soon as I saw you I knew a grand adventure was about to happen.

One advantage of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries

Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.

Let's look for dragons, I said to Pooh. Yes, let's, said Pooh to Me. We crossed the river and found a few Yes, those are dragons all right, said Pooh. As soon as I saw their beaks I knew. That's what they are, said Pooh, said he. That's what they are, said Pooh.

One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.

I always get to where I'm going by walking away from where I have been." ~Winnie the Pooh

Are you prepared to have quite obvious things explained to you, to ask futile questions, to give me chances of scoring off you, to make brilliant discoveries of your own two or three days after I have made them myself all that kind of thing?

The Piglet was sitting on the ground at the door of his house blowing happily at a dandelion, and wondering whether it would be this year, next year, sometime or never. He had just discovered that would be never, and was trying to remember what "it" was, and hoping it wasn't anything nice, when Pooh came up.

he expected to find Piglet warming his toes in front of his fire, but to his surprise he saw that the door was open, and the more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn't there.

Antony could never resist another person's bookshelves. As soon as he went into the room, he found himself wandering round it to see what books the owner read, or (more likely) did not read, but kept for the air which they lent to the house.