#discover

The talent for discovering the unique and marketable characteristics of a product and service is a designer's most valuable asset. ↗

— Primo Angeli

#characteristics #designer #discovering #marketable #most

They who are not induced to believe and live as they ought by those discoveries which God hath made in Scriptures would stand out against any evidence whatever, even that of a messenger sent express from the other world. ↗

— Francis Atterbury

#any #believe #discoveries #even #evidence

Anyone that's involved in development has discovered that all the good work that's been done in development has been undone by the AIDS emergency. ↗

— Bono

#anyone #been #development #discovered #done

Happiness, I do not know where to turn to discover you on earth, in the air or the sky; yet I know you exist and are no futile dream. ↗

— Rosalia de Castro

#discover #dream #earth #exist #futile

When two people first meet, they can only have a very ordinary kind of friendship. But when you begin to understand each other, when you get close to them, you discover that you're suddenly eager to know him or her even better. ↗

— Zhang Ziyi

#better #close #discover #each #eager

It would be difficult to discover the truth about the universe if we refused to consider anything that might be true. ↗

— Richard Morris

#anything #be true #consider #difficult #discover

A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit. ↗

— D. Elton Trueblood

#discovering #full #human #human life #knows

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him. ↗

— Anne Tyler

#self-discovery #love

I've heard people say that they lose themselves in a kiss. But in that moment, it was the opposite for me. I felt like I found myself. Not how I wished I was, or who I was afraid I was becoming, but who I really was. ↗

— Jon Skovron

#kissing #love #self-discovery #love

Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested, unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. Despite the manuscript, despite the fact that my hands contained enough voltage to run a microwave, and despite the photograph, as long as I was connected to him, I was safe. ↗

— Deborah Harkness

#matthew-clairmont #discovery