#discovery

The thing about television is that you can't fake it. Your sense of discovery must be genuine; you can't pretend to be surprised. ↗

— Trevor McDonald

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What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous. ↗

— Thomas Merton

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The first step toward finding God, Who is Truth, is to discover the truth about myself: and if I have been in error, this first step to truth is the discovery of my error. ↗

— Thomas Merton

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A poem in form still has to have voice, gesture, a sense of discovery, a metaphoric connection, as any poetry does. ↗

— Robert Morgan

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I had a teacher in art school who said something about the only works he really enjoyed seeing or found much in were works where he had a sense that a discovery was made in the course of making this object. I like to hold to that as my marching orders. ↗

— Martin Mull

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Scientific discovery and scientific knowledge have been achieved only by those who have gone in pursuit of it without any practical purpose whatsoever in view. ↗

— Max Planck

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Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is. ↗

— Jackson Pollock

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The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. ↗

— Marcel Proust

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The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. ↗

— Marcel Proust

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Believing himself to be unseen by other bathers, he gave himself up to being alone with his body. He wriggled his toes, breathed hard through his nose, twisted his brown moustache where some drops of water still clung, and looked himself critically all over. The scrutiny seemed to satisfy him, as well as it might. I, whose only acquaintance was with bodies and minds developing, was suddenly confronted by maturity in its most undeniable form; and I wondered, what must it feel like to be him, master of those limbs which have passed beyond the need of gym and playing field, and exist for their own beauty and strength? What can they do, I thought, to be conscious of themselves? ↗

— L.P. Hartley

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