Quotes About Discovery

Mant?k belki iyi bir ÅŸeydi, ama evrim sürecinin de keÅŸfettiÄŸi gibi birtak?m sak?ncalar?n?n olduÄŸu da bir gerçekti. Mant?kl? düÅŸünebilen herhangi bir ÅŸeyin en az kendisi kadar mant?kl? düÅŸünebilen bir baÅŸka ÅŸey taraf?ndan kolayca aldat?labilmesi mümkündü.

Se ti chiedessi dove diavolo siamo – disse Arthur con voce fioca – potrei poi pentirmene? Ford si alzò. – Siamo in salvo – disse. – Oh, bene! – disse Arthur. – Siamo in una piccola cambusa – disse Ford – in una delle astronavi della Flotta Costruzioni Stradali Vogon. – Ah! – disse Arthur. – Questo è un modo di usare l'espressione in salvo che ancora non conoscevo.

It wasn't that she wanted to be difficult, as such, it was just that she didn't know how or what else to be.

Surely the notion that great lumps of rock whirling in space knew something about your day that you didn't must take a bit of a knock from the fact that there was suddenly a new lump of rock out there that nobody had known about before.

The numbers, he said, are awful. He resumed his search. Arthur nodded wisely to himself. After a while he realized that this wasn't getting him anywhere and decided that he would say what? after all. In space travel, repeated Slartibartfast, all the numbers are awful.

He turned it and turned it. They could see quite clearly in the fine tracery of its etchwork the words "So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish.

something was moving quietly through the ionosphere many miles above the surface of the planet; several somethings in fact

For much of the time we were tramping through wet fields of sago, and a foolish but happy thought suddenly occurred to me. We were walking through the only known anagram of my name -- which is Sago Mud Salad.

There were times when I felt there were a thousand doors in my head, and I needed to open all of them to find the one important door. The one important key that would open it. And whatever was behind that door would somehow illuminate what I didn't understand about my life. In the meantime, I had to open those thousand doors and see what wonderful and dreadful beasts existed there, waiting for me.

Anyway, I want to remember that love can happen. Because there is life after not having a life. I never expected love to happen. What was I expecting from life, then?

There are three things we cry for in life - things that are lost, things that are found, and things that are magnificent.

So I came down here, to breathe dust and walk with the dogs-- to look at a rock or a cactus and know that I am the first person to see that cactus and that rock.

Jason said, Yes. Gerard T. Giraffe. What does the 'T' stand for? 'The.

LET'S JUST HOPE WE ACCIDENTALLY BUILD GOD.

I think there is a Paris inside us all.

I like to go beach-combing, and I like to find interestingly shaped rocks. When I really get into the groove I start finding beautiful rocks everywhere, until I discover that all of the rocks on the beach are beautiful. And so I try to find beauty even in the smallest moments, because beauty is something that can grow if you let it.

What is the search for the next great compelling application but a search for the human identity?

And when you do find this letter, you know what? Something extraordinary will happen. It will be like a reverse solar eclipse - the sun will start shining down in the middle of night, imagine that!

Life need not be a story, but it does need to be an adventure.

And so the point of this story is that when I first met you at the photocopy machine, sure, we talked like a telethon and everything, but the perfume you were wearing then—that perfume was the smell of my stamp album, the smell of countries I always wanted to visit but never thought I'd be able to. It was like you had the world inside you.

the universe is indeed a beautiful place. If you doubt me, go check for yourself.

Neal fished around in a bag, removed something and handed it to me. It was a forky thing, but with a round depression. "What the fuck is this?" "It's a spork.

She picked up the book she was reading, Beyond the Ice Limit, found her dog-eared place at the beginning of chapter six, and began to read. The sea horizon lay against the sky, blue against perfect blue, and it seemed to beckon the ship southward, ever southward. She closed the book, put it down again. Not bad, but it lacked the punch of the original.

The ultimate offense was the idea that Europeans "discovered" the New World to begin with, as if the people living here didn't exist before Europeans saw them.