Quotes About Curiosity

As long as people can still surprise you, it means you're not dead.

Want to see the collection of inhaled and swallowed objects?" she asked. "You're kidding, right?" She made her eyes wide. "Oh, I never kid about inhaled and swallowed objects.

An empty space is a space for questions, not for answers. And what we don't know is infinite.

The job of the writer isn't to answer questions. The job of the writer is to ask the questions for which there are no answers.

When you look at fainted stars, you'll notice that they often appear brighter from the corner of your eye. Averted vision, we call it. Same with the answers you seek, you won't find them by staring until your eyes fall out. They'll come when you're look somewhere else.

That reminds me. I dug into my book bag and pulled out a white cardboard box tied with a string. I brought these back for you. He looked at the box, then at me, before slowly reaching out. What are they? Poisonous snakes. Open it. Zachary untied the string. They seem like very quiet snakes. They're stealthy. Or maybe dead.

they will learn how much better it is, when one is uninformed, to put questions than to make assertions;

We are as children whose small feet have strayed into some dim-lit temple of the god they have been taught to worship but know not;

asked if it was a vestry meeting; or, if not, who was being murdered, and why?

It is not that I object to work, mind you; I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.

Harris wanted to get out at Hampton Church, to go and see Mrs. Thomas's tomb. "Who is Mrs. Thomas?" I asked. "How should I know?" replied Harris. "She's a lady that's got a funny tomb, and I want to see it.

Harris said: "If you never try a new thing, how can you tell what it's like?  It's men such as you that hamper the world's progress.  Think of the man who first tried German sausage!

When was the last time you used the words 'teach me'? Maybe not since you started first grade? Here's an irony about school: The daily grind of tests, homework, and pressures sometimes blunts rather than stimulates a thirst for knowledge.

A two-year-old is kind of like having a blender, but you don't have a top for it.

I believe we're all secretly happy we can't figure our relationships out. It keeps our minds working.

Every child's bedroom is as important as a telescope orbiting the planet earth or a philosopher's study.

Happy. I had not heard that word since Mr. Milgrom spoke it at the last Hanukkah. I asked him the question that had been on my mind since then. Tata, what is happy? He looked at me and at the ceiling and back to me. Did you ever taste an orange? he said.

I had to get out. Move. I ran through neighborhoods, other lives, other worlds. Solipsism. A man on his lawn mower. Green and yellow. A high-school kid with earphones, washing his car, suds creeping down the driveway. High in the bright blue sky the moon showed like a fading fingerprint. It seemed so weak, so out of place, as if it stumbled into broad daylight by mistake. Unseen protons dying by the billions.

What's the matter? said the old man. Can't you make up your mind what kind you want? The kid laughed. I want them all. He threw his hands out. I'm learning everything! He opened one of the books. Look...geometry...triangles...

What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart. The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry. The lumberjack ants made her laugh. The door of many colours put her in such a snit of curiosity that i had to drag her away;she felt she could not proceed with her life until she knocked on such a door.

So he does what a kid has to do: He smells the cedar chest in his parents' bedroom, he decapitates dandelions, seesaws at the park, licks the mixing bowl, rides his bike, counts railroad cars, holds his breath, clucks his tongue, tastes tofu, touches moss, daydreams, looks back, looks ahead, wishes, wonders… and before he knows it, miraculously, the summer is over." (p. 163).

She taught me to revel She taught me to wonder. She taught me to laugh

I saw a little girl in a wooden wagon, her dress spilling colors over its sides, staring at the rising sun as if it were the very dawn of creation.

Did you ever see a little kid's face when he spots a penny on a sidewalk?