Quotes About Discovery

It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating what you're leaving.

No one had told her what "birth" meant.

All of it was new to him. After a life of Sameness and predictability, he was awed by the surprises that lay beyond each curve of the road. He slowed the bike again and again to look with wonder at wildflowers, go enjoy the throaty warble of a new bird nearby, or merely to watch the way wind shifted the leaves in the trees. During his twelve years in the community, he had never felt such simple moments of exquisite happiness.

Now, seeing the newchild and its expression, he was reminded that the light eyes were not only a rarity but gave the one who had them a certain look—what was it? Depth, he decided; as if one were looking into the clear water of the river, down to the bottom, where things might lurk which hadn't been discovered yet.

The books in his own dwelling were the only books that Jonas had ever seen. He had never known that other books existed. But this room's walls were completely covered by bookcases, filled, which reached to the ceiling. There must have been hundreds—perhaps thousands—of books, their titles embossed in shiny letters. Jonas stared at them. He couldn't imagine what the thousands of pages contained.

Mama, what is this?" she asked suddenly, reaching into the grass at the foot of the steps. Mama looked. She gasped. "Oh, my God," she said. Annemarie picked it up. She recognized it now, knew what it was. It was the packet that Peter had given to Mr. Rosen. "Mr. Rosen tripped on the step, remember? It must have fallen from his pocket. We'll have to save it and give it back to Peter." Annemarie handed it to her mother. "Do you know what it is?

Some books had shiny pages that showed paintings of landscapes unlike anything Matty had ever seen, or of people costumed in odd ways, or of battles, and there were many quiet painted scenes of a woman holding a newborn child.

But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.

For me? The very first time I saw beyond? It was an apple.

Let's experiment. Someone must have figured it out once, in order to write a book. Why can't we do the same thing?

Jonas repeated it. "Love." It was a word and concept new to him.

He saw all of the light and colour and history it contained and carried in its slow-moving water; and he knew that there was an Elsewhere from which it came, and an Elsewhere to which it was going.

somehow the first little Caleb had wandered away unnoticed

given. "Thank

I'm grateful to you, Jonas, because without you I would never have figured out a way to bring about the change. But your role now is to escape. And my role is to stay.

A female Eleven named Tanya staggered forward from where she had been hiding.

Music," The Giver said, smiling. "I began to hear something truly remarkable, and it is called music. I'll give you some before I go.

What is in here?" he asked loudly.

In the new light, Gabe could see that the weapons had changed. They were broken toys, bits of rusted tin, as if a careless child had left them out in the rain.

The most important thing about quests, he decided, was not in finding what you went looking for, but in finding what you never could have imagined before you ventured forth.

the unknown breeds dragons in map margins

Learn everything that existed in the universe, and whatever was left, that dwarfish-man-shaped hole in the center, would be him by process of elimination.

I know my limits. No one knows their limits till they've gone beyond them.

Who am I, when I am not surrounded by the walls of my life? When they have all fallen into dust and rubble?