Quotes About Curiosity

Non-belief and skepticism go hand and hand; always seeking, but never finding the truth.

People in science fiction flicks always seemed to know useful things about the places time travel took them. But what if the time traveler had been only an average history student? What then?

Good or bad, it's the little surprises that keep life interesting.

W?a?ciwie wszystko mi jedno. Jestem wolnym cz?owiekiem, który zawis? wysoko nad miastem i z oddali z ?agodnym zdumieniem przygl?da si? dziwnym ludziom oraz ich dziwnym poczynaniom.

I've never been skydiving, but I have zoomed-in on Google Earth really fast.

A question is not just there to be answered. It is also there to answer.

I like rumors. I find out so much about me that I didn't even know!

The world does not look to us in the Arab world out of a healthy desire for knowledge.

Searching for a lost city is a particularly European obsession.

Calcutta's the only city I know where you are actively encouraged to stop strangers at random for a quick chat.

Creative vision, sometimes childlike, enhances our ability to explore and question the reality around us.

Blake encourages us to fully engage our imagination in questioning of reality.

Each question is three thousand questions, and a good question provides more questions.

We want to see the newest things. That is because we want to see the future, even if only momentarily. It is the moment in which, even if we don't completely understand what we have glimpsed, we are nonetheless touched by it. This is what we have come to call art.

The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth" and so it goes away. —Robert M. Pirsig

I've had a man and I've had a woman, and there's got to be something better.

Here a hint, there a clue, and ever more unanswered questions.

Known is a drop, unknown is an Ocean

What is learnt is a handful of sand, while what is unknown is the size of the world.

Curiosity killed the cat," Fesgao remarked, his dark eyes unreadable. Aly rolled her eyes. Why did everyone say that to her? "People always forget the rest of the saying," she complained. "'And satisfaction brought it back.

I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is.

I had, of course, sworn never to let the place cross my mind again; but human beings can't help being curious, I suppose, as long as the knowledge doesn't come at too high a price.

I had started trying—it for the first time, really—it to remember what had happened in that wood. I prodded tentatively around the edges of it, barely acknowledging even to myself what I was doing, like a kid picking at a scab but afraid to look.

She [88yo Mrs Fitzgerald] crossed herself and patted my arm. "And you're after coming all the way from England to find out who done it? Aren't you great? God bless you, young fella." "The old heretic," I said, when we got outside. Mrs. Fitzgerald had cheered up my day immensely. "I hope I have that much zip when I'm eighty-eight