Quotes About Curiosity

She started at the sound of a knock on the door. Opening it a crack, the clerk peeked her head in. Come out here and look at yourself in the full-length mirrors.

Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood." —Marie Curie (1867–1934)

What I like most about the stories I write is exploring other lives and professions. It's a way of having all the jobs I can't have now. I can also give myself skills I don't have.

No, I pay the newsagent. And for someone so pernickety about whose business is whose, you're asking a lot of very personal questions.

What it requires is admitting the possible. Believing the evidence of your eyes and ears without trying to explain it all away. Accepting that you'll never be able to cross every t and dot every i. And most of all, it requires a willingness to believe that science isn't the ultimate authority. Just because something can't be rationally explained on the basis of today's science doesn't mean it isn't real.

my curiosity and temperament had taken me to places I was not really able to handle emotionally

What in the hell are you doing running around the parking lot at this hour?" he asked. A not unreasonable question.

I focused on the questions and stopped seeing the body. As has been true a thousand times since, my curiosity and temperament had taken me to places I was not really able to handle emotionally, but the same curiosity, and the scientific side of my mind, generated enough distance and structure to allow me to manage, deflect, reflect, and move on.

It was like going on an archaeological dig through earlier ages of one's mind. There was a bill from a taxidermist in The Plains, Virginia, for example, for a stuffed fox that I for some reason had felt I desperately needed.

The combination of curiosity and joy so characteristic of scientific work calls to mind the galumphing quality of exuberant play: watching, chasing, an idea first up one path and then down another, tussling with competitors, and flat-out exhilaration in the chase. Creative science and play are fun; they promise the unexpected.

Don't you wonder sometimes, what might have happened if you tried?

I quizzed him a lot on this point and i suspect the truth was that it was like a lot of things at that age: you don't have any clear reason, you just do it. You do it because you think it might get a laugh, or because you want to see if it'll cause a stir. And when you're asked to explain afterwards, it doesn't seem to make any sense.

when we were eleven, say, we really weren't interested in each other's poems at all. . . . But we didn't know a thing about poetry. We didn't care about it.

What do you think she'd have said if we'd asked her? 'Excuse me, but do you think your friend was ever a clone model?' She'd have thrown us out. We know it, so we might as well just say it. If you want to look for possibles, if you want to do it properly, then you look in the gutter. You look in rubbish bins. Look down the toilet, that's where you'll find where we all came from.

Now I wonder what it could be you are reading there, Mr Stevens.' 'Simply a book, Miss Kenton.' 'I can see that, Mr Stevens. But what sort of book -- that is what interests me.

It's wrong that a man can't get to see around his own country. Take my advice, get out of the house for a few days.

But I can see him studying his newspaper, breaking off regularly to look up at the passers-by on the pavement outside. From the way he does this, I had thought at first that he was waiting for a companion, but it would seem he wishes merely to greet acquaintances as they pass by.

Once in a while – and I soon got better at watching those at the window while appearing to gaze at the RPO Building – a child would come to stare at us, and there would be a sadness there, or sometimes an anger, as though we'd done something wrong. A child like this could easily change the next moment and begin laughing or waving like the rest of them, but after our second day in the window, I learned quickly to tell the difference.

There are things you won't know unless you try to find out. it's possible to notice things without seeming to. You're not a kid who doesn't know what a word says unless someone tells him. And how many years have you gone on living like that?

For all the time schools devote to the teaching of mathematics, very little (if any) is spent trying to convey just what the subject is about. Instead, the focus is on learning and applying various procedures to solve math problems. That's a bit like explaining soccer by saying it is executing a series of maneuvers to get the ball into the goal. Both accurately describe various key features, but they miss the what? and the why? of the big picture.

Whatever had made those marks seemed to have come out of the water.

He stood and inhaled, then walked a few more feet, stooped, and prodded a chunk of rabbit fur. "I'm definitely thinking something with more body parts," I said. "Like a head." He gave a snort of a laugh. "It's probably around here somewhere, but I suppose you want the parts attached, too.

To distract myself from thoughts of my father, i decided to check out the dead body.

This is so cool," I said as Dad walked away. "Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot? "He's a she," Mom said. "Is she hot? Cause I'm still young, you know. My sexual identity isn't fully formed.