Quotes About Curiosity

It just seems like we --human beings -- know so much, but it's nothing compared to what we don't know.

Because answers are inert things that stop inquiry. They make you think you have finished looking. But you are never finished. There are always discoveries that will turn everything you think you know on its head and that will make you ask all over again: Who are we?

It is often while you are looking for something else entirely that you make the most amazing finds.

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Having an opinion suggests you've stopped trying new things. And I hope I will never lose my delight in trying new things.

Everyone is always learning something new," my father would remind me when he checked to see if I was doing my homework and found me gazing out the window at the stars. "If not, why be alive?

With intellectual curiosity the world will always be full of magic and wonder.

Yet it was . . . Asahel who knew those books secretly by heart, and read, as laboriously as he did everything else, any scrap of paper with printing on it, poring hungrily over the magic of words.

He fell on his side with a sigh and flicked away the thong underwear with both idle curiosity and distaste. "And how good to leave us this slingshot with which to hunt for our dinner." "Yes," I said dryly. "I'll go now and take down a deer with it.

How did a nice girl like me get into a mess like this?

Develop some intellectual curiosity. If you have it, you will never be bored. If you haven't, cultivate it, hold fast to it. Never let it go. To the intellectually curious, the world will always be full of magic, full of wonder. You will be interesting to your friends, to your spouse, and a joy to your children. You will be alive to all the wonderful possibilities of this world.

Oftentimes the thing that makes the difference between a good student and a poor one, a good learner or a bored human being, is just a little curiosity. If you have it, cultivate it, feed it. Never let it go. If you do not have it - get it. Wonder, watch, ask questions, be alive. It's just that simple

Is it music? … This is not the important question. The important question is, is it interesting?

I knew you were meant to kiss girls, but there was something else that you were meant to do first, and I didn't know what that was.

When we lose our sense of wonder, what we really lose is our soul. Our lack of wonder is really a lack of love.

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.6

Before entertaining guests, Roosevelt would read up on whatever subject matter they might be interested in. This enabled him to become quite the conversationalist. And I would suggest that it was one way in which Roosevelt loved his neighbor as himself—he showed genuine interest in their interests.

Um . . . guys? If I, say, noticed a crack in a wall in a tunnel and a cold, creepy draft came out of it and it smelled like three-day-old lasagna, would you, um, want to know about that?" Murdock and I exchanged glances. "You invited him," I said. "Show us the crack, Joe," Murdock said. Joe turned around and lowered his loincloth.

With Gorey, never getting there is half the fun.

Don't go in fear of that which has been looked at again and again. Poets return to the MOON immemorially; it is deeply compelling and we probably won't ever get done with it. The challenge is to look at the familiar without the expected scaffolding of seeing, and the payoff is that such a gaze feels enormously rewarding; it wakes us up, when the old verities are dusted off, the tired approaches set aside.

I need to be invited onto the back of a motorcycle and taken somewhere unfamiliar now and then; I welcome a degree of disruption, need a curtain pulled back, a hallway leading into some part of the world I've never seen.

I didn't judge; it was as if that were part of my purpose: I wanted to know the men who moved through my nights like passing comets, wanted them to feel the pleasure of being known.

Today we queried, questioned, and inquired. Promise me that come tomorrow, we will not stop asking why

but writing as "Lewis Carroll," had Alice go through the looking