Quotes About Curiosity

I don't write about what I know: I write in order to find out what I know.

What a strange girl you are." "Why?" "Flung out of space," Carol said.

Kendall had asked about her father.

Poets and children," said Sylvan. "We are the same really. When you can't find a poet, find a child. Remember that.

Outlines are silly. Once you write the outline, there's no reason to write the story. You write to participate . . . to find out what is going to happen!

When I have run out of words to copy, I look out the window at this strange place called India. Inside the train, the people around me are snoring. I don't understand how they can close their eyes when there is so much to see.

Smith's eyes traced

really be suspicious.

I want to see children curled up with books, finding an awareness of themselves as they discover other people's thoughts.

There are some people who don't even know enough to fall in love with the water.

Trust your imagination. There is always something in the box.

The real voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes," said Marcel Proust.

Certainty is the enemy of knowledge.

You can see a lot of the world from a curb.

As Herman Melville wrote in Moby Dick, I had "an everlasting itch for things remote.

You help your children learn as human beings have done throughout history: By paying attention to their interests and growth, their words and actions, they show you how to best help them learn. You may use a class, textbook, or mentor, but you are doing so on an as-needed basis, not as a compulsory obligation.

He was not a scholar – his brain seemed too sluggish or too dreamy to grasp the things demanded of it – but he was never happier than when left alone among books, and would spend hours turning the pages of atlases, novels or tales from history, alive to the alternative versions of himself they seemed to proffer.

He is like a traveler who looks left and right but doesn't think to look behind or above him. Men like that get eaten by cougars.

Imagination thrives on mystery

Through the window, I saw the beautiful world outside: the sky, the sun, the cacti, the rocks, and the dirt. How I longed to return to it! I licked at the air, trying to smell the desert's delicious dusty scent, but could not. How was I able to see it without smelling it? Did humans control scents as well as the temperature and the waters? Is that what windows were for, to keep out scents? Why did they wish to put invisible barriers between themselves and the world?

What is with these guys? Where's the thrill in watching snakes eat? I certainly didn't thrill in watching humans eat.

We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.

I think this early interest was the beginning of my obsession. My sexual interests and cutting up dead animals slowly merged. I don't remember being sexually stimulated as a kid when I was engaged in this behavior, but I do know that it gave me great pleasure and that it consumed a lot of my time and thoughts. At any rate, the two thoughts became one, and I couldn't think about sex with a man without also having thoughts of cutting open his human body and examining the insides.

En el espíritu de Jung, la actitud más útil y curativa a adoptar cuando se trata de la sombra es una de amor y aceptación. Sé curioso pero amable. Tu objetivo al identificar la (posible) sombra de alguien no es atraparlos, hacer que se les acerque o descubrir un botón que puedas presionar para tu propio beneficio.