Quotes About Discovery

Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know until it is happening.

why people travel far from home-far from where they started. There was, of course, the obvious reason:escape. Escape from the monotony of every day. SO many of us chasing what we wished our everyday existence could be instead. But there was a less obvious and perhaps more important reason. Somewhere, often right in the middle of a trip, you got to believe this was your everyday life. You got to believe you were never going home again.

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been.

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one. That's what he was to me. That's who he was.

I'm not sure we get to, Annie," he said. "I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.

Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know it until it is happening.

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for

your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one.

transparent with you…" "I wouldn't have guessed." "We received a package yesterday with a zip drive of Owen's work emails. I had to verify they were real, and they are. He kept

explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one.

What's the hard part?" "Owen's not who you think he is," he says.

you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one. That's what

sometimes you find your way to the place that wants you most.

going to find what he was looking for there. "Would you feel better if I told you I had some great photography opportunities

One of the first things, Checking Out taught me was how amazing the beginning of a trip could be. How there was nothing at all like the realization, early in one's travels, that all options are readily available.

He lowers his window. "With which part, what?" "Can you help?" "The easy part," he says. "Getting through this." "What's the hard part?" "Owen's not who you think he is," he says. Then Grady Bradford is gone.

I'm not sure we get to, Annie,' he said 'I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.

something far bigger than all of that. How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been.

Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know it until it is happening.

To figure out how to be brave enough to find the life I wanted. To hold it, once it was found.

When you saw where the truth was, you wanted to get there as quickly as you could, before you lost sight of it again.

Cómo se puede explicar el hecho de encontrar a alguien a quien has estado esperando toda la vida? ¿Hay que llamarlo «destino»? Me parece demasiado vago llamarlo «destino». Es más bien como encontrar el camino a casa, donde el significado de «casa» es el de un lugar que anhelamos en secreto, un lugar que hemos imaginado, pero en el que nunca antes habíamos estado.

It wasn't just about shaping a block of wood into what you wanted it to be. That it was also a peeling back, to seeing what was inside the wood, what the wood had been before. It was the first step to creating something beautiful. It was the first step to making something out of nothing

I know it sounds crazy. How can someone figure out how to stay by going again? " I said, trying to explain it. "But going again is the only way I've ever found what I'm looking for.