Quotes About Curiosity

I once read somewhere that Sean Connery left school at the age of 13 and later went on to read Proust and Finnegans Wake and I keep expecting to meet an enthusiastic school leaver on the train, the type of person who only ever reads something because it is marvellous (and so hated school). Unfortunately the enthusiastic school leavers are all minding their own business.

When you play a piece of music there are so many different ways you could play it. You keep asking yourself what if. You try this and you say what if and you try that. When you buy a CD you get one answer to the question. You never get the what if.

How's your love-life Ulli? Ulli pictures here love-life as an elusive but rapacious animal which nobody else has ever seen. This is why they keep asking after it.

We are living through such times that those yet born will look back in wonder

It's a funny thing how everyone wants to go to the bottom of the world.

I don't know how you humans ever get anything done, you ask so many questions.

Because Explorers are so spontaneous, they can be unpredictable and unreliable. And their curiosity can override their sense of responsibility.

I know one fortunate little boy whose parents told him the facts of life so satisfactorily, he said in the next breath, "Now tell me how they make peanut butter."),

we catch a glimpse of white fur flashing by inside the bars of the woods.

No pessimest ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an unchartered land or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.

No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.

What is he collecting them for?

the children supposed that he was a pilgrim.

Like a good academic, I thought books were for answers.

children treasure the hope that they might be like the children in books: secretly magical, part of some deeper, mysterious world that makes them something out of the ordinary.

I roll a magazine into a tube and peer at her through it as if it were a telescope...She pushes her beak into it as far as it will go, biting the empty air inside. Putting my mouth to my side of my paper telescope I boom into it: 'Hello, Mabel.' She pulls her beak free. All the feathers on her forehead are raised. She shakes her tail rapidly from side to side and shivers with happiness.

She is unsure about dogs. Big dogs, that is. Small dogs fascinate her for other reasons.

Nothing is interesting if you're not interested.

Why do people go to these places, these places that are not for them? It must be that they believe in their night vision. They believe themselves able to draw images up out of the dark. But black wells only yield black water.

When something catches your attention just keep your attention on it, stick with it 'til the end, and somewhere along the line there'll be weirdness.

When I saw you for the first time, I thought you had a secret life.

She is a double danger—there is the danger of meeting her, and the danger of becoming her. Does the nightmare of her belong to everyone, or just to me?

What I mean to say is that a whole lot of technically impossible things are always trying to happen to us, appear to us, talk to us, show us pictures, or just say hi, and you can't pay attention to all of it, so I just pick the nearest technically impossible thing and I let it happen.

All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her to memory. It got so bad that Olivia turned to her husband and said: "Has it happened at last, Gerald? Have I become a curiosity?