Quotes About Curiosity

Enchanted places cannot be created, they can only be discovered.

You're a kid trying to figure out the world you were born into, that's all.

She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music. She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school. In her answers in class, she often spoke of sea horses and stars, but she did not know what a football was...

Do you believe in enchanted places?" He took the pipe from his mouth and looked straight at me. "Absolutely." I was confused. "But you're a scientist. A man of science." "A man of bones. You can't be up to your eyeballs in bones and not believe in enchanted places." (p. 101)

He wonders if Claudia is making snow angels. He wonders if angles are invisible in the snow. He wonders if angels make people in the snow. He wonders of Claudia is an angel…" (p. 191)

All my life I'd gone for women who were a little off.

People prefer to avoid confronting deformity and when they do it's only for kicks.

The peasants watched the trains with curiosity, listening intently to the strange humming sound of the human throng, neither groan, cry, nor song. The train went by, and as it pulled away one could still see against the dark background of the forest disembodied human arms waving tirelessly from the windows.

my heartbeat woke me with its thudding cry of look look look.

It reminded me I could go anywhere when I got older, explore bottomless blue-green oceans, climb icy snow-capped mountains, drink tea with monks.

He was putting on a show for us, that much was clear, but why were we all watching it?

the moon's incurious eye.

though I spotted Bernie Nordman, co-owner of Ace Hardware, make her way into the computer/library/board game back room with a steaming mug in one hand and what appeared to be a cherry Danish in

And I see you have not resisted their lure either." He motioned toward her books. "Might I look at your selections?" She hesitated and clutched her books closer out of habit. She had often felt that the books one read were a peek into the soul of the reader. That was why her personal library was kept in a locked room very separate from the places where her visitors went for her wild parties. Sharing these selections with Benedict felt so very intimate.

A hole opened up and he had to know what was inside it. So he picked and picked until the hole was huge, and then everything sort of... fell in, him, his wife, his kid, and this fragile life they'd built at the edge of this hole. And that's why he was here, because he'd begun wondering if maybe his father hadn't fallen in the same hole -

And we want car wrecks. We say we don't. But we love them. To look is to love. A thousand people drive past the statue of David. Two hundred look. A thousand people drive past a car wreck. A thousand look.

There was nothing explicit between them, nothing more than that slightly open door. And yet . . . what could be more alluring? In

They have no idea if the paintings have faded away, or have been spray-painted with graffiti, or if the bunker still exists – or, for that matter, if it ever existed at all – but they are young and the trail is wide and Easily traveled. And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning, but for children play is serious learning." Mr. Rogers

We need to make sure that we are allowing students to be exposed to future technology and not reducing it to current—what a lot of people would like to say, relevant teaching.

Prove to me that you are not a figment of my imagination. Am I a computer simulation? Does the door swing both ways? How can something come from nothing? How do you know a line is straight? If animals wanted to be eaten, would it be okay? If time stopped then stared again, would we know about it? What happens when you get scared half to death twice? What is creationism? What is ethical?

Why do washing machines eat socks? Do they taste good? Should I eat socks?

meeting strangers, learning about what's beyond first glance. Discovering everyone has a hidden story, a reason for their behavior.

Mom, I have to go. I think this Matt character is here. Are you sure it's him? Julie peered into the car as the window lowered. "I see a maniacal-looking guy with brightly-colored candy in one hand, and he's waving a sickle with the other. Oh! He's beckoning me to the car. This must be my ride.