Quotes About Curiosity

If I could only reach out and touch the stars, I would know everything. I would understand.

Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when it drifted down in lazy circles from the sky. I couldn't imagine it being so many things, and I wondered if she had taken license with her story as Father always claimed. I couldn't stop thinking of it. Snow.

I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.

How many hours can one person spend locked in a bathroom, looking at skin, hair, eyes. Feeling fingers, toes. And the absurdity of a belly button?

What is magic but what we don't yet understand

I picked the Scholar's or the Chancellor's doors or—especially fun for me—the Timekeeper's, resetting his clock and timepieces? That had especially angered my father, but I'd only done it hoping it would create an extra hour in his day for me.

I watched her saunter over. It was something about her steps. Her arms crossed in front of her. Her timing. The deliberate casualness of it all. The muscles in my neck tightened. I didn't have a good feeling about it. Then she smiled, and I knew. Don't do this, Lia. But I really wasn't sure just what she was doing. I only knew no good would come of it. I knew the language of Lia. I

Who was this girl who thumbed her nose at two kingdoms and did as she pleased? I wanted to know. As

He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. "Jafir de Aldrid," he answered. "And I am—" "I know who you are. You're Morrighan." He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.

What's your name?" I asked as he mounted his horse. "You are nothing!" he answered, as if he'd heard a different question from my lips. He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. "Jafir de Aldrid," he answered. "And I am --" "I know who you are. "You're Morrighan." He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.

Watch and you will find the magic.

And today, like each time they have landed on my hand for the past two hundred years, I wonder at the weight of a sparrow.

All ways belong to the world. What is magic but what we don't yet understand? Like the sign of the vine and lion you carry?

Anything else up your sleeve I should know about?" "If I told you, it wouldn't be fun, would it?" "Should I be concerned?" "Probably.

Tell me a riddle, Kazi

There is magic in everything, only you must watch for it. It does not come from spells or potions or the sky, nor by special delivery

My lady, watchful and quiet as the cold stars in the wintry sky, looked up at these casements with an earnest and scrutinizing gaze. One of the windows was shrouded by a scanty curtain of faded red; and upon this curtain there went and came a dark shadow, the shadow of a woman with a fantastic head dress, the shadow of a restless creature, who paced perpetually backward and forward before the window.

What have you to do with hearts, except for dissection?

I wanted to travel from the beginning. As a kid, I used to dream about airplanes, before I ever flew in one.

He was beginning to see her as a locked garden that he could sneak into and sit in for days, tearing the heads off the flowers.

She had no idea that less than two miles away, a man was Googling her on his computer, learning more about her life and wondering when to make his next move.

She said she felt like Claudia Kincaid in From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.

she vaguely remembered chatting with an attractive fiftyish redhead in the elevator, who had asked for her business

Vertel me alles. - Vicky