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Quotes About Curiosity

Having fun isn't hard when you've got a library card.
~ Marc Brown
My father was something of a rainbow-chaser.
~ Marc Davis
what an interesting study the world is when one is ready to leave it!
~ Unknown
Quando procuramos no infinitamente grande um ponto infinitamente pequeno, uma fonte de luz por mais afastada que seja, quando esperamos a chegada de um som vindo do fundo do universo há apenas uma coisa de que temos a certeza absoluta: a nossa vontade de descobrir.
~ Marc Levy
Tu t'es beaucoup ennuyée? – Soixante-quatre voitures sont passées dans ta rue, dont dix-neuf vertes!
~ Marc Levy
En el largo periplo que te espera, no pierdas nunca tu alma de niño, no olvides nunca tus sueños; serán el motor de tu existencia, formarán el sabor y el olor de tus mañanas.
~ Marc Levy
if you ever find yourself in a place where everyone around you is just like you, get out of there as fast as you can.
~ Marc Levy
What you don't know about your parents is what becomes fascinating as you get older. They
~ Marc Maron
je levais la main et je demandais des explications
~ Marcel Pagnol
She reads books all the time. Sometimes for an hour without stopping!" "That's not too good, Galinette. A poor girl who reads books—I can't say I care for that...
~ Marcel Pagnol
This is not a very surprising story; but wait a minute; it's going to be.
~ Marcel Pagnol
J'ai envie d'ailleurs, voila ce qu'il faut dire. C'est une chose bete, une idee qui ne s'explique pas. J'ai envie d'ailleurs
~ Marcel Pagnol
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.
~ Marcel Proust
Mystery is not about traveling to new places but about looking with new eyes.
~ Marcel Proust
At that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always!
~ Marcel Proust
Out of the fresh little green hearts of their foliage the lilacs raised inquisitively over the fence of the park their plumes of white or purple blossom, which glowed, even in the shade, with the sunlight in which they had been bathed.
~ Marcel Proust
Quantas pessoas, cidades, caminhos, não nos torna assim o ciúme ávidos de conhecer? Ele é uma sede de saber graças à qual, sobre pontos isolados uns dos outros, acabamos tendo sucessivamente todas as noções possíveis, exceto as que desejaríamos.
~ Marcel Proust
an excellent man, with whom I am sorry now that I did not converse more often, for, even if he cared nothing for the arts, he knew a great many etymologies)
~ Marcel Proust
As to the pretty girls who went past, from the day on which I had first known that their cheeks could be kissed, I had become curious about their souls. And the universe had appeared to me more interesting.
~ Marcel Proust
All the objects which he contemplated with as much curiosity and admiration as gratitude, for if, in absorbing his dreams, they had delivered him from an obsession, they themselves were, in turn, enriched by the absorption; they shewed him the palpable realisation of his fancies, and they interested his mind; they took shape and grew solid before his eyes, and at the same time they soothed his troubled heart.
~ Marcel Proust
Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.
~ John Muir
In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.
~ John Muir
their eager, childlike attention was refreshing to see as compared with the decent, deathlike apathy of weary civilized people, in whom natural curiosity has been quenched in toil and care and poor, shallow comfort.
~ John Muir
Who has not felt the urge to throw a loaf of bread and a pound of tea in an old sack and jump over the back fence?
~ John Muir