Quotes About Curiosity

If I meet a bird, I wave a friendly hand at it, to let it know that I wish it well, but I don't want to crouch behind a bush observing its habits.

Fascination exists only in the imagination of the fascinated.

I felt like Doctor Watson hearing Sherlock Holmes talking about the one hundred and forty-seven varieties of tobacco ash and the time it takes parsley to settle in the butter dish.

He had never measured a footprint in his life, and what he did not know about bloodstains would have filled a library.

I might, that is to say, be safe from the dragon, but what about the hippogriffs? That was the question I asked myself. What price the hippogriffs?

The ideal adventurer needs... the quality of not being content to mind his own affairs...

A man, I felt, who could stay indoors cataloguing vases while his fiancée wandered in the moonlight with explorers deserved all that was coming to him.

Had I been alone, a casual glance in passing would have contented me, but for Ukridge the spectacle of somebody else working always had an irresistible fascination, and, gripping my arm, he steered me up to assist him in giving the toiler moral support. About two minutes after he had started to breathe earnestly on the man's neck, the latter, seeming to become aware that what was tickling his back hair was not some wandering June zephyr, looked up with a certain petulance.

But lots of fellows have asked me who my tailor is. Doubtless in order to avoid him, sir.

One of the many things Mike could never understand in Psmith was his fondness for getting into atmospheres that were not his own. He would go out of his way to do this. Mike, like most boys of his age, was never really happy and at his ease except in the presence of those of his own years and class. Psmith, on the contrary, seemed to be bored by them, and infinitely preferred talking to somebody who lived in quite another world.

He was conscious of a wish that he understood girls. Girls, in his opinion, were odd.

I MUST SAY I was pretty well a-twitter. It was about as juicy a biff as I had had for years.

I say, said Jimmy, as they moved away, who is that fellow Wesson? Oh, a man, said Molly vaguely. There's no need to be fulsome, said Jimmy. He can't hear.

What a gruesome mess you must have been at three,' said the Biscuit meditatively. 'You were bad enough at fourteen. At three you must have made strong men shudder.

have to decide on the spur of the moment. I was reading in the paper the other day about those birds who are trying to split the atom, the nub being that they haven't the foggiest as to what will happen if they do. It may be all right. On the other hand, it may not be all right. And pretty silly a chap would feel, no doubt, if, having split the atom, he suddenly found

When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.

Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta A quién le pregunto ahora?

Comenzaron los sueños y la vida a detenerme, a dejar su pregunta en mis pestañas.

What can I say without touching the earth with my hands?

What we know comes to so little, what we presume is so much, what we learn, so laborious, we can only ask questions and die.

Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not

When someone tells you, 'I don't need your idea,' you must not fling your drink in his or her face; instead, you must ask, 'Why?' It's the most difficult—and ego-bruising—part of the creative process.

How do we become who we are in the world? We ask the world to teach us. But we have to ask with an open heart, with no idea what the answer will be.

I'm half Italian." "Which half?" the words were out before Tessa could stop them. Was she flirting with him? She never flirted with men. His lips curved in a slow, sexy smile that made her heart trip. "From the waist down.