Quotes About Curiosity

embarrassed, and Maisie wondered if she might later ask

dark-haired girl?

Let curiosity and love of learning support you in the art of meditation.

Who do we become when we step through the monitor into the Blue Nowhere? From The Blue Nowhere

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.

To start with, look at all the books.

our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself. She thought a writer should work harder writing a book than she did reading it.

We had never known her. They brought us here to find that out.

All this led up to the day Desdemona dangled a utensil over my mother's belly. The sonogram didn't exist at the time; the spoon was the next best thing.

From the beginning I was aware that there was something improper about the way I felt about Clementine Stark, something I shouldn't tell my mother, but I wouldn't have been able to articulate it. I didn't connect this feeling to sex. I didn't know sex existed

What's the first thing a kid says when he learns how to talk? 'Tell me a story.' That's how we understand who we are, where we come from. Stories are everything. [179]

I bet if I spent less time with the television and more time pursuing activities that enhance my life and expand my knowledge, I won't freeze up in business or social situations.

I've always feared growing older because I thought I'd run out of interests, but what this project has taught me is that I've barely scratched the surface of what I could try next.

like it. And, hey, why do I have so much sand in my crotch?" Okay

Being six is the closest most of us will ever come to understanding what it's like to have a butler.

Necesita acercarse a los diferentes aspectos de su vida con una cualidad de niño - con la maravilla de un infante que cree que todo es posible.

Broaden your horizons. They're the only ones you'll ever have, so make the suckers as wide as possible.

No more pipeline. I've lost all my interest in the West. The only thing I want to explore is you

Charlotte was lost for words. What did one say to a man in a fake marsupial head, wearing a grass loin-pouch and trying to debate ethnobotany in the middle of a lost world that was supposed to be inaccessible by foot?

You go to a party or whatever, and you spend the whole night zeroing in on the woman in red, the blonde in the corner, the girl with the big laugh, and then, as you are leaving, you see someone out of the corner of your eye, her hair glinting in the light, her long neck tilted slightly as she listens intently to the person next to her. And you know she's the one you should of talked to.

As is true in many houses with small children, questions are asked all the time in ours, but these are seldom about big-picture matters. Why is there yogurt on the TV? Why are my car keys in the trash? Where's the front doorknob? Who let a squirrel in the house?

thinking that the world was like an orange, that I could split it open with my thumbnail and find a whole different world, the grown-up world, the secrets beneath the skin.

a concentration of young people who wanted to open their minds