Quotes About Curiosity

It isn't a toy, you know. You don't know anything about it. You don't know what it really does to your body.

What's your name?' she asked, and surprised herself. But for some reason, she wanted to know. Dean's brother—he hadn't been just some nameless Bad Guy Number Four. This vampire wasn't, either. He had a name, a history, maybe even people who cared what happened to him. 'My name is none of your business,' he said, and continued to stare out the window, even though there was nothing but blurry brick out there. 'Can I call you None for short?

Michael!" Oliver's voice came faint through the front door. "Something you should see, my boy! Look out your windows!" "Trap," Shane said instantly, and reached out to grab Michael's arm as he walked by. "Don't, man." "What's he going to do? Make faces at me?

You want to go play with your new friends back there? The really pale ones with the taste for plasma? --Shane

Oh -- who's the Queen? Her, of course. The White Queen. You're just like Alice, you know. Down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter.

Ummm…" She licked her lips. "Define fun." "Quit doing that, jailbait. It's distracting.

Mind the dead man, my dear.

What's burning?" "Your brain.

When she set Shane's glass of Coke down in front of him, she did it with probably a little too much emphasis; he glanced up at her with a question-mark expression.[...] ''What?'' Shane asked her, and took a drink. ''Did I forget to say thanks? Because, thanks. Best Coke ever. Did you make it yourself? Special recipe?

What's her name? Claire, what's her name?

The unknowns wasn't full of terrors, it was full of undiscovered advantages. Better to run toward something than from something.

They've all got stories, Jess thought. I need to know them. Best of all, he could know them. He could learn anything here. It felt like limitless possibilities.

Lewis and I played my-God-how-tacky-is-that? with Patrick's collection of objets d'crap, finally coming to the conclusion that only a going-out-of-business sale at a whorehouse could really explain a lot of it.

But the Library still held everything he'd ever wanted, too. All the knowledge in the world, right at his fingertips

Wake me for the massacre, okay? Don't want to miss it.

And Myrnin seemed quite taken with that, Claire thought; she'd never seen him look at anyone with quite that much admiration. It surprised her that it made her feel a little … what was that? Jealous? Couldn't be.

smoke rose from my hand as it pressed against the white painted door

I'm not prepared to say I love her. But I am willing to admit to myself that it's more than curiosity, more than liking, more than the kind of one-night-stand lust that you get over in the morning. There are moments when it feels like I've always known her. And then, like tonight, there are moments when I feel like I don't know her at all. Like she's a mystery I'll never solve, wrapped in barbed wire and thorns and roses.

Why the hell is Sam Cade here in handcuffs?

Eventually man, too, found his way back to the sea. Standing on its shores, he must have looked out upon it with wonder and curiosity, compounded with an unconscious recognition of his lineage. He could not physically re-enter the ocean as the seals and whales had done. But over the centuries, with all the skill and ingenuity and reasoning powers of his mind, he has sought to explore and investigate even its most remote parts, so that he might re-enter it mentally and imaginatively.

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder without any such gift from the fairies, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.

For most of us, knowledge of our world comes largely through sight, yet we look about with such unseeing eyes that we are partially blind. One way to open your eyes to unnoticed beauty is to ask yourself, What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?

Many children... delight in the small and inconspicuous.

It is more important to pave the way for the child to want to know than to put him on a diet of facts he is not ready to assimilate.