Quotes About Curiosity

Wollt ihr denn gar nicht wissen, woran er gestorben ist?" Sir Ritchfield sah sie erstaunt an: "Er ist an dem Spaten gestorben. Du hättest das auch nicht überlebt, so ein schweres Eisending mitten durch den Leib. Kein Wunder, dass er tot ist." Sir Ritschfield schauderte ein bisschen. "Und woher den Spaten?" "Jemand hat ihn hineingesteckt." Für Sir Ritschfield war die Sache damit erledigt.

Then why on earth had she never told anyone about these things? Matthews asked. Linda didn't miss a beat. "Because no one ever asked," she said. "You're the first that ever did.

Always explore a new town on an empty stomach. It sharpens the vision. Leave the main thoroughfare immediately. Spend your time dawdling or just sitting.

How is one ever to know why a perfect stranger is kind beyond the call of duty or else inexplicably rude?

Those who are comfortably established in life tend to have no need to ask what it means.

La gente che non ha opinioni, né un minimo di esperienza tende ad essere curiosa, non odiosa.

It sounds good," he said. "It's the caterpillar's spats!

This," the Saint said to nobody in particular, "sounds like one of those stories that fellow Charteris might write.

I knew I would stay in this town when I found the blue enamel pot floating in the lake. The pot led me to the house, the house led me to the book, the book to the lawyer, the lawyer to the whorehouse, the whorehouse to science, and from science I joined the world.

We're too young to close the door to anything in our lives.

Was a good read. Takes place in Lancaster County Pa. I have always wanted to visit there.

The noble kind of curiosity is what makes a person face danger to see where a great river begins, or what's across the oceans. There's an even more noble kind of curiosity that causes us to ask Who made the river, and what's beyond the heavens.

You know what I think? I think you need some chocolate," said Lucy. "I know I could sure use some. "It's not every day that a headless body turns up and I have to cover it.

Parents should leave books lying around marked "forbidden" if they want their children to read.

Every child has the capacity to be everything.

The process of learning is a nonstop orgy of wonderment.

Wasn't there a spell for making yourself happy? Somebody must have invented one. How could he have missed it? Why didn't they teach it? Was it in the library, a flying book fluttering just out of reach, beating its wings against some high window?

You're all so obsessed with other worlds, you're so convinced that this one is crap and everywhere else is great, but you've never bothered to figure out what's going on here!

Give a nerd enough time and a door he can close and he can figure out pretty much anything.

He wanted to stick his finger in it and see what happened. Some story, some quest, started here, and he wanted to go on it. It felt fresh and clean and unsafe, nothing like the heavy warm lard of palace life. The protective plastic wrap had been peeled off

Plum guessed it stood to reason that out of all these billions of books at least one of them had to be dragon porn.

He was experimenting cautiously with the idea of being happy, dipping an uncertain toe into those intoxicatingly carbonated waters.

who hadn't at some point in his life wanted to climb to the top of a sailing ship in full flight?

The centaurs regarded Quentin with pity nicely tempered by a near-total lack of interest. Also, they seemed to be constantly afraid that he was going to tip over. None