Quotes About Curiosity

Everything with me is a test on some level, which is the most likely reason I'm still single. I'm like an eternal four-year-old, always trying to figure out what makes people tick and asking "Why?" instead of just letting them be.

Asking yourself a question, that's how resistance begins. And then ask that very question to someone else. —REMCO CAMPERT

The library. Books held the answer to every question.

She found herself secretly mapping his face, memorizing every ridge and hollow and valley, as if she were an explorer and he her discovery.

The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.

group of us felt that ideas were being fed to us, whereas we wished primarily to explore our own questions and doubts, and find out where they led.

Personally, I would be delighted if there were a life after death, especially if it permitted me to continue to learn about this world and others, if it gave me a chance to discover how history turns out.

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.

I don't want to believe. I want to know.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

What did they live on," said Alice, who always took a great interest in questions of eating and drinking. "They lived on treacle," said the Dormouse, after thinking a moment or two. "They couldn't have done that, you know," Alice gently remarked. "They'd have been ill." "So they were," said the Dormouse, "very ill." Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

An ordinary kitten will ask more questions than any five year old.

The world is an empty place if we keep our minds shut! But eyes wide open and the world explodes with wonderment completely at our figertips!

Amico, che amico! Amico 'e chi? - Raccolte a tulipano le cinque dita della mano destra, altalenò quel fiore nella ipotiposi digito interrogativa tanto in uso presso gli Apuli.

Genius hesitates.

The very foundation of science is to keep the door open to doubt.

Nature is our home, and in nature we are at home. This strange, multicoloured and astonishing world which we explore – where space is granular, time does not exist, and things are nowhere – is not something that estranges us from our true selves, for this is only what our natural curiosity reveals to us about the place of our dwelling. About the stuff of which we ourselves are made.

Here, in the vanguard, beyond the borders of knowledge, science becomes even more beautiful—incandescent in the forge of nascent ideas, of intuitions, of attempts. Of roads taken and then abandoned, of enthusiasms. In the effort to imagine what has not yet been imagined. Twenty

To the very last, the desire to challenge oneself and understand more. And to the very last: doubt.

Science is born from this act of humility: not trusting blindly in our past knowledge and our intuition. Not believing what everyone says. Not having faith in the accumulated knowledge of our fathers and grandfathers. We learn nothing if we think that we already know the essentials, if we assume that they were written in a book or known by the elders of the tribe. The centuries in which people had faith in what they believed were the centuries in which little new was learned.

It is not against nature to be curious: it is our nature to be so.

Wonder is the source of our desire for knowledge,1 and the discovery that time is not what we thought it was opens up a thousand questions.

The search for knowledge is not nourished by certainty: it is nourished by a radical absence of certainty.

Here, in the vanguard, beyond the borders of knowledge, science becomes even more beautiful—incandescent in the forge of nascent ideas, of intuitions, of attempts. Of roads taken and then abandoned, of enthusiasms. In the effort to imagine what has not yet been imagined.