Quotes About Discovery

The real naturalist should be a Boswell, and every creature should be, for him, a Dr. Johnson.

José Luis Peña, a neuroscientist at the Albert Einstein College of Medicine, and his collaborators have discovered that the sound localization system in a barn owl's brain performs sophisticated mathematical computations to execute this pinpointing of prey.

And last week, when he finally began to erase it, he noticed something very strange: the accent on the letter E was actually formed from a piece of materiel. We all watched as he stared at the letter E for a very long time. Then he slowly unpeeled the rolled-up cloth fro the blackboard and unfurled the biggest pair of polka dot panties anyone in the room had ever seen.

Cursing, Kyle opened the bottom cabinet and found a bottle of scented lotion. Cherry Blossom. What irony.

Everyone in a decadent society, Lorrain urges, is guilty. Everyone loves masking murder and everyone takes masochistic pleasure in the risk of discovery and punishment.

It was like we had broken out of a lifetime of prison after realizing the door had been unlocked the entire time!

Everyone has a story. It's simply a question of finding it.

And I am so tired. All the time. The kind of tired where you feel like you're being tugged down into the earth's core. Still. I look for moments of joy. When I see my children laughing. When I see something through their eyes, something I've seen a thousand times before and thought was stupid but now it's awesome. I think kids exist mostly to remind us that not everything is stupid. That there's still discovery in the world.

Visiting Florence was like attending a surprise party every day.

Broaden your horizons. They're the only ones you'll ever have, so make the suckers as wide as possible.

I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad. You said you were looking for it. You told Mom you were. I found it for you so you don't have to look anymore. So you can come home at night.

We never know who we are... until we're tested

I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

It's a special key.' 'How so?' 'It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad.

And then I see them. In the glow of the flashlight, I see the corses. Stacks of them. Some are shriveled. Some are putrid. Most still have their clothes on. Not one has its head on. "No. No way. No way! This can't be. Fresh dead people? They said the bodies were two hundred years old. This is bad. Really bad. We've got to call someone. Frontline. Nightline. Anderson Cooper.

It was more than a book, more than a story. It was like nothing she'd ever known. And everything she'd ever wanted.

But you are a different sort of girl. Not at all what I expected you to be. And this is a different sort of time. And so I am hopeful for all the things you may yet find.

All her life, she'd loved books. She loved the look of them, the smell of them, the sweet weight of them in her arms. Most of all, she loved the feeling she got every time she picked one up-the feeling of holding an entire world in her hands.

Absolutely. It's the unhappy people who get things done. Have you ever noticed that? They build things. And discover things. And invent things. Like calculus. Only a very unhappy person could have come up with that. The happy ones just sit around eating strudel.

There really is magic in this sad, cruel world. A magic stronger than fate, stronger than luck. And one finds it in the most unexpected places" ~Isabelle, Poisoned

A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.

There has to be a reason things are the way they are here. If only I can find out what it is.