Quotes About Curiosity

People who love science fiction really do love sex.

What's so wonderful about experiments is that often they don't work. They do blow up in the oven; the Bride of Frankenstein does crawl out and strangle you with a black leotard while you shout your last prayers. It's only once you've tasted your own shocking failures, harebrained ideas, and sudden departures that you will realize something quite wonderful.

Tune In to What Turns You On. "This is often very poignant," says Karen, "because a lot of women say, 'I don't know.' It is very frightening for them. They don't know if they care about anything.

A lot of us don't have big passions, like 'I knew from the time I was three I was going to be a concert pianist,' so we have to issue an invitation to even a little flicker of interest.

She was looking at the cab, looking right through me, and I knew that she was curious because she'd seen A.J. talking to me. Which, to her, looked an awful lot like A.J. was talking to himself. "Say, I gotta run, mom, I'll call you later, " I instructed the kid, and then pretend to hang up your phone.

She was kidding. Wasn't she? God, maybe she wasn't. "Help," he said to no one in particular as he followed her inside.

Beetee is still messing round the tree, doing I don't know what. At one point he snaps off a sliver of bark, joins us, and throws it against the force field. It bounces back and lands on the ground, glowing. In a few moments it returns to its original color. "Well, that explains a lot," says Beetee. I look at Peeta and can't help biting my lip to keep from laughing since it explains absolutely nothing to anyone but Beetee.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

The walls of this elevator are made of crystal so that you can watch the people on the ground floor shrink to ants as you shoot up into the air. It's exhilarating and I'm tempted to ask Effie Trinket if we can ride it again, but somehow that seems childish.

You would think after all the hours I'd spent with Gale– watching him talk and laugh and frown– that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadn't imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands [...] could entrap me… I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest.

Fue la primera vez que lo vi sonreír; la sonrisa convertía al chico amenazador en alguien a quien te gustaría conocer...

Which begs the question, What is?

he moved the flashlight beam around he realized there

Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight.

Why don't they leave? Why do they stay to watch? And now I know. It's because you have to.

I've caught the eye of an inquisitive-looking little girl in a lemon yellow coat.

We stop before a grimy storefront filled with mannequins in furry underwear.

The swans are unnaturally beautiful. They mate for life. I wish they could talk. I have questions.

Wonderful; such an active word——to be full of wonder.

Tom entered Juliet's House as furtively as a spy, although most spies would have known not to glance over their shoulders every two seconds to see if they were being followed, or to jump when the woman selling tickets asked for money, or to dart past her as if they were making a run for the border.

There is still so much I want to know, want to ask. But before I can say anything else, the world stops. There's silence around me. I wait a beat, and when I finally sit up, I find Harlin waiting for me—ready to start again.

Was I a science experiment? Did he want to pin me down and dissect me?

It sounds to me like the gods of sneaking out have smiled upon Lucy.

Shri Ramakrishna use to say, "As Long as I Live, so long do I learn". That man or that society which has nothing to learn is already in the jaws of death.