Quotes About Curiosity

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The failure to understand the infinite depth of the human soul is often why people who are married have affairs. They stop exploring the person they married. They find somebody who appears more interesting.

You explore the possibilities because you can't steer a parked car.

When in doubt, assume that they're seeing something that you aren't.

The great Abraham Joshua Heschel once said, "I did not ask for success, I asked for wonder."17

You start with your 1, and then you suspend judgment on what you're doing, because you don't know what you have when you start. No one does.

Science does an excellent job of telling me why I don't have a tail, but it can't explain why I find that interesting.

Curiosity is underrated. In many ways, it's the engine of life. You get these questions, and they don't go away. And so you follow them, you set out to answer them.

And you get answers. And those answers, of course, lead to new questions. And on and on it goes.

It is far more helpful to ask why the light isn't as bright as it could be.

Why do we do the things that we do?

When the officer turned to face her, Veronica blinked.

Shortly afterwards, at Cambridge, he noticed a medieval crumhorn hanging on the wall at a friend's digs and began to seek out – and teach himself to play – examples of every type of instrument that time had consigned to oblivion: crumhorns, sackbuts, sorduns, shawms, rebecs, tabors, viols, citole, organetto, racketts and chalumeaux, and all the senior and junior members of the recorder family.

was the intimation that fresh pastures beckoned. Jansch's Jack Orion

But I don't know anything about investigative reporting." Alan looked at me for what I remember as a very long time. "Just remember," he said. "Turn every page. Never assume anything. Turn every goddamned page.

There is no such thing as Just a cat.

His was not a small mind bothered by logic and consistency.

I scrolled on down to the obituaries. I usually read the obituaries first as there is always the happy chance that one of them will make my day.

Were you born stupid, Heinrich, or did you have to study?

I believe that this hairless embryo with the aching, oversize brain case and the opposable thumb, this animal barely up from the apes, will endure --will endure longer than his home planet, will spread out to the other planets, to the stars, and beyond, carrying with him his honesty, his insatiable curiosity, his unlimited courage --and his noble essential decency. This I believe with all my heart.

I don't know Who is cranking; I'm pleased He doesn't stop.

But I have no beliefs. Belief gets in the way of learning.

I want to spit back at a camel and ask him what he's so sour about. Maybe camels are the real 'Old Ones' on this planet ... and that what is wrong with the place.

I was not giving answers. I was trying to shake the reader loose from some preconceptions and induce him to think for himself, along new and fresh lines. In consequence, each reader gets something different out of that book because he himself supplies the answers... It is an invitation to think -- not to believe.