Quotes About Curiosity

I loved Rosie's mind. If I could have got inside there, I would happily have spent the rest of my life wandering around, just looking.

It's life, Jim, but not as we know it.

He feels no urge to understand the stars better; he's contented with them as they are.

A handful of ten-year-olds with underprivileged hair and no eyebrows were slouched on a wall, scoping out the cars and thinking wire hangers.

Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you… the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." ?— ?Roald Dahl

m'a interrogée à maintes reprises sur ces brefs passages, étant donné qu'ils proviennent d'une voix narrative tout à fait différente de celle du reste des livres dans cette série sur les sœurs Aldridge. Les lecteurs curieux veulent avant tout en savoir plus sur les derniers instants de la vie de Flo Aldridge. Qui était-elle ? Qu'est-ce qui l'a

She would walk toward him, sniffing the air around him, like a hound. He smelled of alcohol—not

What are you on, Samuel?" This was easier, he glanced down. "Laminate.

She'd followed him from the door to the condo into the tiny office even though he'd requested that she wait a minute in the living room. If he was going back to close his coffin, she had to see it.

Uma das grandes vantagens da infância é que não temos um gosto refinado.

As a child, she'd always had what she imagined were fascinating thoughts, but didn't ever say them. Once, as a little girl, at recess, she thought that if she ran very fast at a pole and then caught it and swung quickly around, part of her would keep going, and she would become two girls.

I like being surprised by someone. Surprised, too, by myself.

Suffering is our call to attention, our call to investigate the truth of our beliefs.

If our sense of who we are is defined by feelings of neediness and insecurity, we forget that we are also curious, humorous and caring. We forget about the breath that is nourishing us, the love that unites us, the enormous beauty and fragility that is our shared experience in being alive.

I liked the idea of there being an alternative current that hums and crackles just at the edge of our visible world. Now I realize it is a metaphor for the sometimes confused and ill-at-ease way we feel in our lives , but as a child I thought of it more realistically: if you enter that forest, you'll go somewhere else. Somewhere exciting!

You know what happens to people who ask questions. And you know what happens to people who answer them.

How can he eat at a time like this?" she asked Tubelight. The operative shrugged. "One time, Boss ate a chicken frankie after watching a hanging

Beastly of him to die before you realized he might be fascinating.

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific–and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise– Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

think of the adventures on which she might embark.

All thinking people are in constant need of more books.

when Sabastain asks for a mandake root harvested by the the new moon at crossroads, Garnet responds)...... Why not just ask for it grown under a gallows?

The more I read, the hungrier I become. Each book seemed promising, each page I turned offered an escapade, the allure of another world, other destinies, other dreams.

You're playing with Pandora's box. Sometimes it's better not to open it. Sometimes, it's better not to know.