Quotes About Discovery

Write about what you don't know about what you know.

Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

It is our inward journey that leads us through time – forward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling. Each of us is moving, changing, with respect to others. As we discover, we remember; remembering, we discover; and most intensely do we experience this when our separate journeys converge. Our living experience at those meeting points is one of the charged dramatic fields of fiction.

It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass.

When all is said and done scholars can do no more than find in nature what is already there.

I know God has been found by unusual people in unusual places--in a sudden vision in a grove or orchard or grotto, or on a mountain or in a closet, or through saintly service to African lepers or to Calcutta untouchables. But for most of us, most of the time, I am convinced he can be found most surely in 'the natural sequence to the performance' of the duties he has given us that all of us (not just the unusual) can perform in our own homes and neighborhoods.

If your first concern is to look after yourself, you'll never find yourself.

this book, giving voice to what is so basic among men and women throughout history, I have translated it "the Quester."]

from chapter 29, "Write In a Book What You See") "heuristic writing - writing to explore and discover what I didn't know. Writing as a way of entering into language and letting language enter me, words connecting with words and creating what had previously been inarticulate or unnoticed or hidden. Writing as a way of paying attention. Writing as an act of prayer.

Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed.

Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed in the light, out of the darkness, utterly new and fresh and astonishing. The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us.

Traveling can never be taken for granted, no matter how meticulous the preparations.

You said they had found the secret of happiness because they had never heard that love can be a sin.

The more we learn about the planet, the stranger it becomes to us.

The candy cap was a revelation to me: redolent with the smell of maple, marvelously silky and spongy in texture, earth and meaty and sweet. When you eat a candy cap, your skin smells like maple sugar. When you exercise after eating a candy cap, your sweat smells like maple sugar. When you make love after eating a candy cap . . . well, I leave that to your imagination, but . . . yes.

I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.

I don't know…." He has been saying this over and over, ending every thought with it. Finally I ask him, "What don't you know?" He pauses. "Lots of things. Your favorite color, for example.

In learning as in traveling and, of course, in lovemaking, all the charm lies in not coming too quickly to the point, but in meandering around for a while.

As Maia turned to go, hardly believing that there could be such happiness, she heard a loud splash. Miss Minton was leaning over the side, watching the parcel she had held on her knees floating away downriver. "What was that?" asked Maia. Miss Minton straightened herself. If you must know," she said, "it was my corset.

The Unconscious, lately discovered by Professor Freud and used by others to store their joys, fears and frustrations, was for Nerine a gigantic subterranean wardrobe

If this is the 'Green Hell' of the Amazon, then hell is where I belong," said Maia.

But in the evening, when at last she had a moment alone, she slipped into the library and leaned her head against the mahogany steps she had climbed the day she knew she was going to the Amazon. The dream she had dreamed there had been a true one. She had found a land whose riches she had never before imagined, and she had found Finn.

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