Quotes About Curiosity

Yet the bookshelf us also conspicuous in its absence. When we enter a living room without books or bookshelves, we wonder if the people in the house do nothing but watch television.

When life hands you a lemon, say, 'Oh yeah, I like lemons! What else ya got?

It's the person who tells you they listen to a lot of different music with an almost resigned sigh of futility that you want to pay attention to because they know that at best, they'll only hear a small part of a tiny drop in the great ocean of music.

The man who is too old to learn was probably always too old to learn.

Dad," he said, "how far away is the sun?" "Five thousand miles," his father said.

Ignorance is the womb of monsters

Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore!

Now comes the mystery.

Mankind loves misterys--a hole in the ground, excites mor wonder than a star in the heavens.

Thare are people who dont do ennything but watch their simptoms. I have seen dogs ackt just az sensible, i hav seen a rat terrier watch the simptoms ov a knot hole, in a board fence, all day, for sum rat tew cum out, but no rat didn't cum out.

Anxiously, he touched the lump on his head again, then felt his injured leg, groaning. "The whole affair is a mystery to me," he said. "Who would want to steal anything from me?" "Perhaps a thief...?" ventured Julius.

I will therefore spend this Preface, rather about those, from whom I have gathered my knowledge; For I am but a gatherer and disposer of other mens stuffe, at my best value.

For when a man is once in a book-shop curiosity seizes him to look here and there.

Yes, I suppose so," answered Anna, as though wondering at the boldness of his question; but the irrepressible, quivering brilliance of her eyes and her smile set him on fire as she said it.

The only thing that we know is that we know nothing, and that is the highest flight of human wisdom.

Some mathematician has said that enjoyment lies in the search for truth, not in the finding it.

Sight-seeing, aside from the fact that everything had been seen already, could not have for him--and intelligent Russian--the inexplicable importance attached to it by the English.

The two girls used to meet several times a day, and every time they met, Kitty's eyes said: "Who are you? What are you? Are you really the exquisite creature I imagine you to be? But for goodness' sake don't suppose," her eyes added, "that I would force my acquaintance on you, I simply admire you and like you." "I like you too, and you're very, very sweet. And I should like you better still, if I had time," answered the eyes of the unknown girl.

In reality I was ever revolving round one and the same insoluble problem, which was: How to teach without knowing what to teach.

But why do his ears stick out so oddly? Did he have his hair cut?

he made it a rule to read through all the books he bought.

One step beyond that boundary line which resembles the line dividing the living from the dead, lies uncertainty, suffering, and death. And what is there? Who is there?—there beyond that field, that tree, that roof lit up by the sun? No one knows, but one wants to know. You fear and yet long to cross that line, and know that sooner or later it must be crossed and you will have to find out what is there, just as you will inevitably have to learn what lies the other side of death. But

He looked intently and inquiringly into his friend's eyes, evidently trying in vain to find the answer to some question.

Now then, leave the children to themselves