Quotes About Curiosity

Can you think that whatever made us—would stop trying?

About Cal she couldn't decide. He disturbed her sometimes with anger, sometimes with pain, and sometimes with curiosity. He seemed to be in a perpetual contest with her. She didn't know whether he liked her or not, and so she didn't like him. She was relieved when, calling at the Trask house, Cal was not there, to look secretly at her, judge, appraise, consider, and look away when she caught him at it.

Ad astra per alia porci (to the stars on the wings of a pig)

Samuel rode lightly on top of a book and he balanced happily among ideas the way a man rides white rapids in a canoe. But Tom got into a book, crawled and groveled between the covers, tunneled like a mole among the thoughts, and came up with the book all over his face and hands.

I've lived in a good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

It was Jesus Maria's practice to go to the post office every day, first because there he could see many people whom he knew, and second because on that windy post office corner he could look at the legs of a great many girls.

Samuel smiled at him. "They say man lived in trees one time. Somebody had to get dissatisfied with a high limb or your feet would not be touching flat ground now.

He was proud of her wild, exploring mind.

Men and women wanted to inspect her, to be close to her, to try to find what caused the disturbance she distributed so subtly. And since this had always been so, Cathy did not find it strange.

Casy turned to Tom. "Funny how you fellas can fix a car. Jus' light right in an' fix her. I couldn't fix no car, not even now when I seen you do it.'' "Got to grow into her when you're a little kid,'' Tom said. "It ain't jus' knowin'. It's more'n that. Kids now can tear down a car 'thout even thinkin' about it.

Noah the first-born, tall and strange, walking always with a wondering look on his face, calm and puzzled. He had never been angry in his life. He looked in wonder at angry people, wonder and uneasiness, as normal people look at the insane.

There are no ugly questions except those clothed in condescension

It's like me, I wouldn' take the good ol' gospel that was just layin' there to my hand. I got to be pickin' at it until I got it all tore down.

Wisht I knowed what all the sins was, so I could do 'em.

There was a wall against learning. A man wanted his children to read, to figure, and that was enough. More might make them dissatisfied and flighty.

When he read his father's books, he was the first. He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.

I think today if we forbade our illiterate children to touch the wonderful things of our literature, perhaps they might steal them and find secret joy. Very

?domu, kiek yra žmoni?, kuri? aš nesu mat?s, nors ži?riu ? juos vis? gyvenim?.

Mes nenor?jom matyti to, ko negal?jom išaiškinti, ir tokiu b?du didel? pasaulio dalis buvo palikta vaikams ir bepro?iams, kvailiams ir mistikams, kurie labiau dom?josi pa?iais reiškiniais negu j? priežastimis. Pasaulio pal?p?n sugr?sta tiek daug sen? ir nuostabi? daikt?, kuri? mes nenorim matyti šalia sav?s, ta?iau išmesti nedr?stam.

He looked in wonder at angry people, wonder and uneasiness, as normal people look at the insane.

tone. "All right," she said, "but how do I go about being a boy?

Also, I am not shy about admitting that I am an incorrigible Peeping Tom. I have never passed an unshaded window without looking in, have never closed my ears to a conversation that was none of my business. I can justify or even dignify this by protesting that in my trade I must know about people, but I suspect that I am simply curious.

And yet does the appetite for new days ever really cease?

Geography! That's something they teach in the third grade! I never heard of a grownup studying geography.