Quotes About Curiosity

He explained to me, with great emphasis, that every question possessed a power that was lost in the answer …

Man comes closer to God through the questions he asks Him" - Moshie

When you peered into the windows of someone else's life, you could only guess what was going on.

Wanderlust, the very strong or irresistible impulse to travel, is adopted untouched from the German, presumably because it couldn't be improved upon. Workarounds like the French passion du voyage don't quite capture the same meaning. Wanderlust is not a passion for travel exactly; it's something more animal and more fickle - something more like lust. We don't lust after many things in life. We don't need words like worklust or homemakinglust.

Señor Jaime," said little Moquetin, a bright-eyed imp of six, "why is it that your face is always red?" Jim countered, "Why is it that your face is always brown?" "Because it is much prettier that way," was the unexpected reply.

Men like mystery. They don't want to be told everything woman are thinking.

We often tend to ignore how much of a child is still in all of us.

Witch, scholar, poet, dreamer, and the rest...

I think the reason we're cruel sometimes is that we're afraid we're going to like something.

There's always hope when a kid—or an adult, for that matter—likes to read.

Everybody likes outlaws. Everybody wants to look at them, like they are in the zoo.

She thinks it was Margaret Atwood who said that wanting to meet a writer because you like their work was like wanting to meet a duck because you like pâté. So

Didn't I tell you about her? She stuck her fingers in her vagina and then rubbed the stuff behind her ears. She said it made the men crazy." "That is so disgusting," Alice says. "I know." "God!" "I know." "Did you try it?" she asks. "Of course." "Did it work?" "Not for me.

Don't ask so many questions. You always ask so many questions. Don't do that. Just...accept things. ...Don't ask questions and don't look back. Believe me you'll be much more content.

Getting lost is the only way to find what you didn't know you were looking for.

Change the question, you know?

If there's one thing Lucille hates, it's how science has to rain on whimsy's parade:

figure out if he knew her from somewhere. But he didn't, she was sure, unless it was just in passing at the mall. She would have remembered a man like him. For a long, long time. And then she would have dreamed about him. A lot. Probably without clothes. On either of them.

This time he sighed heavily before shaking his head. But he did shake his head. Kind of. "No, some kid in the neighborhood told me and Russell that the chemistry lab of Seattle Community College had just switched over to Mac from PC, and we really, really wanted a Mac.

he found himself wanting to learn more. About her brain and her bra.

build-your-own-telescope

Norman certainly thought so. There was something there, but it didn't have a dead-thing vibe. And Neil had heard it, too, so whatever was going on, Norman knew it didn't involve the supernatural. Suddenly, something leaped out in front of them. "You. Boy. You know who I am?" it wheezed. Norman and Neil both took a step backward. A hulking man stood hunched over with age and

Things are always happening to my socks. One's always going off someplace. I don't know why.

Dear me, how I love a library.