Quotes About Discovery

I thought you were in love with another man." The words felt like a blow to a bruise, but they had to be said. Instead of taking offense, she stopped at the end of the table and regarded him with an enigmatic expression. Which was odd. He'd spent years observing Serena. He thought he knew her as well as he knew himself. Tonight proved him wrong.

The very idea that she might discover his weakness for her made his blood run cold. Amelia was a sweet girl, but she'd surely burst into laughter at the idea of dependable and boring Nigel Dash falling in love with the most sought-after girl in London. Silverton

You are an explorer. You understand that every time you go into the studio, you are after something that does not yet exist.

So much of love is curiousity, a search inside the other for some little piece of self; emerging from the bear cave of them with your birthday candle and filament of ore: the same as that I'm made of!

Il problema della vita è che puoi procedere solo alla cieca, in un'unica direzione. La memoria ha delle idee tutte sue; carpisce elementi da gni quando e cerca di metterli insieme. Ti sorprende da tutte le angolazioni, con tutto quello che sei venuto a sapere in seguito, e ti comunica le novità.

Is your name really Romeo?" "No." "Oh." "It's Jean-Baptiste." "Oh." "Are you disappointed?" "No." Talk about snappy dialogue.

gaiš? dienas vid? atj?dzos, sl?kdams asar?s. Es nupat biju atkl?jis, cik ?oti es vi?u m?lu. Cik ?oti vi?a man bija vajadz?ga. Vi?a smaid?ja, kad es biju nelaim?gs, un raust?ja plecus, kad biju neciešams.

During the sleepless hours of the night a thought came to me that seemed important. I got up in the dark and wrote it down. In the morning I read: 'I went looking for loneliness. But it found me.

Perhaps somewhere in the universe there was a touchstone that she had never found, perhaps there was a clue that would make everything simple and clear--if only she knew where to look....

Then he looked over the sea and there were islands it seemed, and then a great migration of birds thickened the air and he was in a rushing of wings, the wings beat so dark and fast round him he felt dizzy like falling and the moon disappeared. And then it was clear again, brilliant moonlight, and there, ahead, bright as day, were all the small islands, Cape Promise, and the bay of Mairangi, wide, still, unbelievably peaceful under the full moon. And then he did know where he was going.

You find happiness where you find it.

Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.

In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own.

I didn't write. I just wandered about.' Martha Gelhorn, novelist and journalist

Rosie knew that she could promise no more than what she had, but she resolved there and then that if she did nothing else in her life, she would find out what had happened to that baby and where she was now.

It is often while travelling through the dark that you find the ones who shine brightest in your life. For they are the ones who remind you of your own beautiful light and show up, without a second thought, in your pain, as well as your glory.

With science fiction there's endless possibilities.

The courtyard kept changing, dazzling her with the flowers that bloomed between one day and the next, with the bare branches of trees that were swollen with the buds of new leaves and then fuzzed with green. Every day, she drove a familiar road through a new place.

Meg carried a purse when she went to the office or the Market Square, but it was small and didn't hold anything of particular interest. He knew that because he'd looked.

I didn't find you, I tripped over you. If I hadn't, I would have walked right into them.

For now, he and Meg were going to have the adventure of seeing a new place and having a new experience. Together. He wasn't human. Would never be human. And Meg didn't expect him to be. But feeling her hand in his, Simon thought maybe he could learn to be human enough.

If what Picasso proposed is true, that the first stroke on the canvas is always a mistake, it is best to get on with the mistake, without delay, earlier rather than later. Write one sentence, make one choice or point at something and say "Yes." And then, as the process unfolds, and as long as I keep at it and stay attentive and resolute, making adjustments to each mistake, things eventually fall into place.

But innovation and invention do not only happen with smart people who have all of the answers. Innovation results from trial and error. The task is to make good mistakes, good errors, in the right direction.

Consider what a romantic expedition you are on take notes.