Quotes About Curiosity

One should never ask a man questions about his personal life. He just might answer and then you, my dear, would have to listen.

You'd be surprised at the things you can discover by barging into someone's bedchamber unannounced.

Good God! What in the hell was that noise?" The man in front of them turned in his seat. "That's what I've been asking myself this half hour and then some

Where you fro, miss?

It was one of those subjects to which everything that slithers across your brain seems relevant. I find this to be true of most topics.

Here is my objection to submarines and space travel: not enough windows. What difference does it make if you're in outer space or underwater, or wherever, if you can't feel, or hear, or see or smell it?

Karen MacInerney

somewhere on earth, there was always a book with an answer in it, and the best way to find that answer was to read every book you could get your hands on.

people found off-putting. You could not beat her at chess or Trivial Pursuit or even Monopoly. She knew all the questions on Jeopardy. She knew when to use who or whom. She could not abide misinformation. She disdained organized religion. In social situations, she had the strange habit of spouting obscure facts.

Why did it have to be her?

How had her mother fallen in with these idiots?

You are an enigma wrapped in a sticky bun.

What's that noise?" she asked. Jeb pointed to a gutter hanging off the roofline. "I'm just now getting to it," he

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Was it worth it to wonder where her mother had gotten all of this money? She would be better served wondering how many unicorns were left in the forest.

Mrs. Scott, do you mind my asking why the alarm wasn't on?" This was from Mayhew. He had taken out a notebook and pen. His shoulders were hunched, as if someone had asked him to mimic a character from a Raymond Chandler novel.

Claire joined her, absently watching a lone squirrel hop across the decking and drink saline water from the pool. Asking what to do next was a loaded question, because what it all boiled down to was whether or not Claire wanted to know more. This was past red pill/blue pill. This was skinning the proverbial onion.

Filosofia se tr?deaz? pe sine atunci când degenereaz? în dogmatism, adic? într-o ÅŸtiin?? fixat? în formule, definitiv?, complet?. A face filozofie înseamn? a fi pe drum; în filozofie întreb?rile sunt mult mai importante decât r?spunsurile, ÅŸi fiecare r?spuns devine o nou? întrebare

I like today and perhaps a little future still, but the past is really something I'm not interested in. So, as far as I'm concerned, I like only the past of things and people I don't know. When I know, I don't care because I knew how it was.

Ma curiosité est insatiable, je vampirise l'air du temps.

I've always wanted to kick a duck up the ass.

Art seems to be about coming up with your own story or take on each piece. This made me think about the mystery of the Mona Lisa. Everyone likes that painting cos they don't know the story behind it. Who is she? Why the cheeky smile? If the Mona Lisa was done today, we'd know everything there was to know about her cos she'd have sold her story to Heat magazine and done some open-hearted interview with a tabloid before the paint was dry.

I've always wanted to kick a duck up the arse.