Quotes About Discovery

Writing the real self seldom seems original enough when you first happen on it.

A curious mind probing for truth may well set your scribbling ass free.

And that point is, it doesn't matter how long you've known somebody. People change. Or you don't really know them as well as you thought you did in the first place.

the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own

Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.

In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers. Let me keep company always with those who say Look! and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

Things take the time they take. Don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?

Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again~ wherever you arrive they'll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world.

When it's over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement.

No, I'd never been to this country before. No, I didn't know where the roads would lead me. No, I didn't intend to turn back.

A Voice from I Don't Know Where

As a child, what captivated me was reading the poems myself and realizing that there was a world without material substance which was nevertheless as alive as any other.

But the palace of knowledge is different from the palace of discovery, in which I am, truly, a Copernicus.

I don't want to end up simply having visited the world.

Imagine lifting the lid from a jar and finding it filled not with darkness but with light.

What lay on the road was no mere handful of snake. It was the copperhead at last, golden under the street lamp. I hope to see everything in this world before I die.

What is my name, o what is my name that I may offer it back to the beautiful world? Have I walked long enough where the sea breaks raspingly all day and all night upon the pale sand?

As for lovers, they are discovering New ways to love. Listen, their windows are open. You can hear them laughing.

So maybe it was the right way after all. If this was lost, let us all be lost always.

The Instant Today one small snake lay, looped and solitary in the high grass, it swirled to look, didn't like what it saw and was gone in two pulses forward and with no sound at all, only two taps, in disarray, from that other shy one, my heart.

I know several lives worth living.

I know I can walk through the world

I stood like Adam in his lonely garden On that first morning, shaken out of sleep, Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves, Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.