Quotes About Curiosity

I figure everyone is so insane about the internet there must be something cool there.

Paranoia—because why should the conspiracy theorists get to have all the fun?

People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma—and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it. I felt fairly sure that the Almighty, whatever name tag He had on at the moment, could handle a few questions from people sincerely looking for answers.

You wish answers? Yes. How can you expect to get them, when you do not yet know the proper questions?

But until I have a better idea, it's smarter to keep reminding myself that I don't know, rather than assuming that I do know, and then translating anything I learn to fit my preconceptions

a door standing open that shouldn't be; a shadow on the floor with no source to cast it; a cat purring and rubbing up against a favorite person—who isn't there.

Everyone begs everyone's pardon, but I've never seen a pardon. Is it near the spleen?" Bridget blinked, then gave her head a little shake to keep the odd thought from crawling into her ear.

You know what, Harry, I don't think this is a garden at all! Genius.

Who were those guys?" "I can't tell you that," I said. There was an empty second, and then Billy's voice turned cautious. "Why? Is it some kind of secret, need-to-know wizard thing?" "No. I just have no freaking clue who it was.

Bob somehow waggled his eyebrow ridges. "Hey, you never went out with Charybdis. What's the plan?

You can't," Grimm said simply. "You've seen the mistmaw. They haven't.

You know. I never really thought to ask before—but what is that dust made of?" "Depleted uranium," I told him. "At least, that's the base ingredient. I had to add in a lot of other things. Cold iron, basil, dung from a—" "Never mind," he said. "I don't want to know.

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The last thing the twenty-first century wants to admit is that it might not know everything.

Harry?" she asked. "What was that?" "The plot," I said, "thickening.

Just out of curiosity," I said, "is it going to be possible for her to freeze someone's heart and turn them into an ice statue?" Mab looked baffled.

children, those lucky ones to whom clocks are of no consequence but who drift along on the true emotional content of time.

How could all this happen when there was an ocean?

Everyone wishes a measure of mystery in their life that they have done nothing in particular to deserve.

What is it the wind has lost that she keeps looking for under each leaf?

Life is short. Why not be familiar with all of it?

Work could be anything that aroused your curiosity: the natural world, music, anthropology, the stars, or even sewing or gardening. When we were little girls we would invent dresses the Queen of Egypt might wear, or have a special garden where we ordered seeds for vegetables or flowers we had never heard of.

The most sophisticated people I know--inside they're all children. We never really loose a certain sense we had when we were kids.

He had been born with a quivering bump of curiosity that stopped throbbing only when it was satisfied