discovery

Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don__ know you__e having one until you__e right in the middle of it.

I learned later that I had smartly discovered the way of defeating anything: believing that you're stronger than you are.

Even so, I__ somebody.I__ the Discoverer of Nature.I__ the Argonaut of true sensations.I bring a new Universe to the UniverseBecause I bring the Universe to itself.

A woman brings so much more to the world than birth, for she can birth discovery, intelligence, invention, art, just as well as any man.

If the people of Europe had known as much of astronomy and geology when the bible was introduced among them, as they do now, there never could have been one believer in the doctrine of inspiration. If the writers of the various parts of the bible had known as much about the sciences as is now known by every intelligent man, the book never could have been written. It was produced by ignorance, and has been believed and defended by its author. It has lost power in the proportion that man has gained knowledge. A few years ago, this book was appealed to in the settlement of all scientific questions; but now, even the clergy confess that in such matters, it has ceased to speak with the voice of authority. For the establishment of facts, the word of man is now considered far better than the word of God. In the world of science, Jehovah was superseded by Copernicus, Galileo, and Kepler. All that God told Moses, admitting the entire account to be true, is dust and ashes compared to the discoveries of Descartes, Laplace, and Humboldt. In matters of fact, the bible has ceased to be regarded as a standard. Science has succeeded in breaking the chains of theology. A few years ago, Science endeavored to show that it was not inconsistent with the bible. The tables have been turned, and now, Religion is endeavoring to prove that the bible is not inconsistent with Science. The standard has been changed.

That's science fiction shit," "It's only fiction until science catches up.

The parent is the child's guide. This shepherding process helps a child to understand himself and the world in which he lives. The parent shepherds a child to assess himself and his responses. He shepherds the child to understand not just the "what" of the child's actions, but also the "why." As the shepherd, you want to help your child understand himself as a creature made by and for God. You cannot show him these things merely by instruction; you must lead him on a path of discovery. You must shepherd his thoughts, helping him to learn discernment and wisdom.

The indescribable pleasure__hich pales the rest of life's joys__s abundant compensation for the investigator who endures the painful and persevering analytical work that precedes the appearance of the new truth, like the pain of childbirth. It is true to say that nothing for the scientific scholar is comparable to the things that he has discovered. Indeed, it would be difficult to find an investigator willing to exchange the paternity of a scientific conquest for all the gold on earth. And if there are some who look to science as a way of acquiring gold instead of applause from the learned, and the personal satisfaction associated with the very act of discovery, they have chosen the wrong profession.

The only rule is that truth must empower you, make you better in every way possible.

When you discover the joy of reading, your mind opens to a world of wondrous discoveries and infinite possibilities.

There were three things sought by invaders who crossed oceans to discover America. Those were gold, gospel, glory. There are four things sought by aliens who crossed heavens to discover planet earth. Those are gold, gospel, glory, gene.

I__e never been with a boy who hasn__ seen me naked. It__ always the squeaky futon, bear-it-all, turn-off-the-lights quickstep. Don__ chalk it up to __addy issues.__aybe I__ sick of keeping private parts private. I don__ want rainwater secrets on my lips, tasting of __on__ make too much noise_. October__ dust in my lungs, maybe I don__ want bits of four AM lingering in my subconscious. Smokers breathe in fire, coat their insides in ash. Is that suicide or arson? Listen to me, listen to me. I__ alive. I__ ALIVE.I__ naked and bruised, but I__ alive. I__ not a piece of fruit. Don__ press into my flesh, looking for soft spots. My whole body is tender and rotten, but I__ alive.I__ alive and just because you can see it all, doesn__ mean you know it all

You have a freckle,_ he murmured. __ight_ _ he leaned down and dropped a light kiss near the inside of her elbow _ __ere._ __ou__e seen it before,_ she said softly. It wasn__ in an immodest spot; she had plenty of frocks with short sleeves. He chuckled. __ut I__e never given it it__ proper due._ __eally._ __mm-hmm._ He lifted her arm, twisting it just a bit so that he could pretend to be studying her freckle. __t is clearly the most delightful beauty mark in all of England._ A marvelous sense of warmth and contentment melted through her. Even as her body burned for his, she could not stop herself from encouraging his teasing conversation. __nly England?_ __ell, I haven__ traveled very extensively abroad_ __h, really?_ __nd you know_ His voice dropped to a husky growl. __here may be other freckles right here in this room. You could have one here._ He dipped a finger under the bodice of her nightgown, then moved his other hand to her hip. __r here._ __ might,_ she agreed. __he back of your knee,_ he said, the words hot against her ear. __ou could have one there._ She nodded. She wasn__ sure she was still capable of speech. __ne of your toes,_ he suggested. __r your back._ __ou should probably check,_ she managed to get out. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

Keep your head up, your faith strong, and your eyes open for the little miracles all around you_because they are there, just waiting to be discovered.

I believe that religion, generally speaking, has been a curse to mankind _ that its modest and greatly overestimated services on the ethical side have been more than overcome by the damage it has done to clear and honest thinking.I believe that no discovery of fact, however trivial, can be wholly useless to the race, and that no trumpeting of falsehood, however virtuous in intent, can be anything but vicious.I believe that the evidence for immortality is no better than the evidence of witches, and deserves no more respect.I believe in the complete freedom of thought and speech _ alike for the humblest man and the mightiest, and in the utmost freedom of conduct that is consistent with living in organized society.I believe in the capacity of man to conquer his world, and to find out what it is made of, and how it is run.I believe in the reality of progress.I __ut the whole thing, after all, may be put very simply. I believe that it is better to tell the truth than to lie. I believe that it is better to be free than to be a slave. And I believe that it is better to know than be ignorant.

As time goes on, new and remoter aspects of truth are discovered which can seldom be fitted into creeds that are changeless.

Pride and power fall when the person falls, but discoveries of truth form legacies that can be built upon for generations.

Daydream, which is to thought as the nebula is to the star, borders on sleep, and is concerned with it as its frontier. An atmosphere inhabited by living transparencies: there's a beginning of the unknown. But beyond it the Possible opens out, immense.Other beings, other facts, are there. No supernaturalism, only the occult continuation of infinite nature. . . . Sleep is in contact with the Possible, which we also call the improbable. The world of the night is a world. Night, as night, is a universe. . . . The dark things of the unknown world become neighbors of man, whether by true communication or by a visionary enlargement of the distances of the abyss . . . and the sleeper, not quite seeing, not quite unconscious, glimpses the strange animalities, weird vegetations, terrible or radiant pallors, ghosts, masks, figures, hydras, confusions, moonless moonlights, obscure unmakings of miracle, growths and vanishings within a murky depth, shapes floating in shadow, the whole mystery which we call Dreaming, and which is nothing other than the approach of an invisible reality. The dream is the aquarium of Night.