Quotes About Curiosity

We remember what it was like to meet someone new. We remember what it was like to grant someone possibility. You look out from your own world and then you step into his, not really knowing what you'll find there, but hoping it will be something good.

What did Pandora do with her box after she'd unleashed despair into the world? Did she keep it in her mantel, as a reminder of what she'd done?

Because you also want to be on the other side of the window, living life instead of just thinking about it.

In my mind, there are two kinds of looking. There's the kind of looking that is respectful, almost magical, where you observe something without daring to touch it. And then there's the kind of looking that's like slurping a Coke.

It's that guy again, you'd say. Then: He's cute, you know. No, I don't know. And you don't need to tell me.

It wasn't enough to pass him as we were heading to your house or cutting over to the library. Soon you had to have sightings in the halls too. Then sightings turned to spying, and spying to stalking. You could tell me how many pairs of jeans he owned before you officially knew his name.

When you opened your eyes, you could see that she was grown up, nearly an adult. But with the same wonder showing in her movements, because that's not something you have to grow out of.

What are you thinking, Evan? So I told him. Every you, every me. Fractals. Fracturs. I wonder who she is now, I said. So do I, Jack admitted. All the time.

How genius to call them thumbnails, because what part of the body tells us less?

That day, that moment, opened a curiosity of bodies, shaped us as irrevocably as our first kiss, our first realizations. You go into that moment never really knowing if the closeness will wear well, if it is something that should happen. I know she wasn't sure of me, and I wasn't sure of me, either. But we discovered something in the unspoken, found care in our caring whispers, instinctive.

I never married because I was too easily bored. It's an awful, self-defeating trait to have. It's much better to be too easily interested.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go. - A

There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred.

There are so many things inside of her that I want to know. And at the same time, with every word we speak, I feel there may be something inside of her that I already know. When I get there, we will recognize each other. We will have that.

Do you wonder why we wander?" Cal had asked. It was the night of the first snow; you could hear the branches bending and the icicles falling outside the window, beyond the wall. They were warmth together. They were hot breath and blankets and wrapping themselves close. And Elijah had thought, I wonder why I never kiss you. I wonder what would happen. But he didn't say anything out loud.

I don't know what I thought I'd find by breaking in here.

In fiction, especially in texts that are framed by a storytelling situation, aporia is a favourite device of narrators to arouse curiosity in their audience, or to emphasize the extraordinary nature of the story they are telling. It is often combined with another figure of rhetoric, aposiopesis, the incomplete sentence or unfinished utterance, usually indicated on the page by a trail of dots...

I love going into another world, and I love mysteries. So I don't really like to know very much ahead of time. I like the feeling of dicovery.

I don't necessarily love rotting bodies, but there's a texture to a rotting body that is un-believable. Have you ever seen a little rotted animal? I love looking at those things, just as much as I like to look at a close-up of some tree bark, or a small bug, or a cup of coffee, or a piece of pie. You get in close and the textures are wonderful.

Darwin hat a wonderful scientific habit of noticing facts that seemed inconsistent with his theories.

And perhaps the sun, in search of novelty, will rise in the west.

One never does solve what it is about watching fires, really.

Childrens ilogic can be an exquisitely structured mistake.

Often I'd take out my magnifying glass and stare into the chaos that was her face.