Quotes About Discovery

Parachuting through the air around him, blown out of the firs, are hundreds of pine needles bundled in twos. He catches one, imagines it as a little man with a truncated torso and long slender legs. The NeedleMan ventures across the clearing on his pointy feet.

There is magic in this world...You just have to sit and breathe and wait and it will find you.

make the raised dots form letters, the letters words, the words a world.

Jules Verne: Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.

It's as if the city has become a library of books in an unknown language.

A spark in the night.

He says there are sixty-five million specimens in this place, and if you have the right teacher, each can be as interesting as the last.

Werner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings,bending and vibrating over Zollverein,flying through forests,through cities,through walls.At midnight he and Jutta prowl the ionosphere,searching for that lavish,penetrating voice.When they find it,Werner feels as if he has been launched into a different existence,a secret place where great discoveries are possible,where an orphan from a coal town can solve some vital mystery hidden in the physical world.

A voice materializes out of the distortion in his headphones, then fades, and he goes ferreting after it. There, thinks Werner when he finds it again, there : a feeling like shutting your eyes and feeling your way down a mile-long thread until your fingernails find the tiny lump of a knot.

La lógica, la razón y la ciencia pura son las tres vías apropiadas, insiste Aronnax, para aproximarse al misterio.

Sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden, waiting to be rediscovered

A light emerges, a light not kindled

The murex Dr. Geffard keeps on his desk can entertain her for a half hour, the hollow spines, the ridged whorls, the deep entrance; it's a forest of spikes and caves and textures; it's a kingdom. Her

Anthony Doerr

found myself? … … down from that high place … … crawled in the grass, the trees … … fingers, toes, a tongue to speak! … the smell of wild onions … … dew, the lines? of the hills, … sweetness of light, moon overhead … … the green beauty of the broken? world.

A person can get up and leave her life. The world is that big.

A ciência, meu rapaz, é construída com erros, mas são erros úteis, porque levam, pouco a pouco, até à verdade.

He feels ragged. For weeks logic has been failing him. The stone the museum has asked him to protect is not real. If it were, the museum would have sent men already to collect it. Why then, when he puts a magnifying glass to it, do its depths reveal tiny daggers of flames?

A fourth door, and a fifth, on and on until you reach a thirteenth, a little locked door no bigger than a shoe." The children lean forward. "And then?" "Behind the thirteenth door"—the guide flourishes one of his impossibly wrinkled hands—"is the Sea of Flames." Puzzlement. Fidgeting. "Come now. You've never heard of the Sea of Flames?

Somewhere in these streets, plastic was invented. X-rays were discovered, continental drift was identified. What marvels does science cultivate here now?

animal love, the love of an animal that has been living in an incomprehensible world until one day it encounters another of its kind and realizes that it has been applying its comprehension in the wrong place all along.

There was, she was learning, strength hidden at the center of weakness, ground at the bottom of the deepest pit.

All the things he did not see... (a black bear, two hawks, horsemen, a trio of summer cabins far below him...)

To discover fossils, he told himself, was to reclaim answers to important questions.