Quotes About Discovery

I had changed my perspective by seeing what I wasn't supposed to see.

Till I loved I never lived.

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.

open me carefully

I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats. Oh! Find it, sir, for me!

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

I stepped from Plank to Plank So slow and cautiously The Stars about my Head I felt, About my Feet the Sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch — This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.

Para viajar lejos, no hay mejor nave que un libro.

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -

Experiment escorts us last- His pungent company will not allow an axiom An opportunity

There is nothing more fugal than a book to take you to different lands

Non esiste un vascello veloce come un libro per portarci in terre lontane.

Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled.

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself, 'T is that I cannot say; I only sigh,—no vehicle Bears me along that way.

Dove tu sei, quella è casa.

No hay mejor fragata que un libro para llevarnos a tierras lejanas.

None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball...

So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise -- Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So from Cocoon Many a Worm Leap so Highland gay, Peasants like me -- Peasants like Thee, Gaze perplexedly!

Hace unos cuantos días perdí un mundo, ¿no lo ha encontrado nadie? Lo reconoceréis por una sarta de estrellas que le ciñen la cabeza.

Pour voyager loin, il n'y a pas de meilleur navire qu'un livre.

Split the lark and you'll find the music

I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Oh, find it, sir, for me!

I find myself still softly searching for my delinquent palaces.

As if the chart were given.