Quotes About Curiosity

curiosity, a trait they'd see as inherently human (the irony there is that I've witnessed curiosity in many animals and a dull lifeless lack of it in many humans).

Who rebels with mathematics?

I see you've confused what you're learning in school with actual education.

I wonder if he's ever tasted salt water or got dizzy watching the tide pull away from his feet

Regarding Titanic) Sometimes Zalmai would saunter in and watch this game. What did he get to be, he asked. You can be the iceberg, said Aziza.

He remembers how terrified Zabi was of manholes when he was little, walking wide, clumsy circles around them.

Under the circumstances the only honest answer an intelligent person can give to the question 'Is there a God?' is to say, 'I do not know.

Each time we stopped in front of a group of people to ask for information, the reaction we received was the same: they all looked at us dumbly at first, then smiled with courteous sincerity. If they knew of an escape, their knowledge would remain hidden behind their smiles before they, too, disappeared into the crowd.

Ask me what you wish; just do not ask me for reasons.

That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.

He had never even glimpsed her.

They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.

There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news.

Rows and rows of books lined the shelves...full of ideas and images, worlds imagined, worlds perceived; full of fingerprints and sudden laughter and the sighs of readers...

I imagine that she flushes, seeing him there, for she is at that age when even the most commonplace boys take on a sense of mystery. And this boy is not ordinary. He is wild and he has strange and fanciful perceptions. [p. 153]

You couldn't blame him, no, you couldn't fault him for wanting to go deeper into every fleeting moment, to study its mystery.

Knowledge is Power. Ignorance is Bliss. But curiosity—even if it had killed the cat—is king.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn't be able to kill him.

He inclined his head slightly, looking as fabulous as ever, more appealing than before because I had no idea what he was going to do, what he was capable of. "Don't do that," I said, my gaze going everywhere but to him. "Do what?" He sipped from his mug, one long leg draping to the floor, the other pulled up slightly. "Sit on your desk and look sexy.

What are you doing now?" Al questioned, listing heavily as he tucked another one of those bottles under his arm and staggered for the cot half hidden behind a curtain. "Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.

Have you been sniffing fairy farts?

Al brought his attention back down from the ceiling. "You really don't want to have sex with him? Why? What's wrong with him?

Ivy rose to rinse the carafe. She leaned close to me, running the water to blur her words as she muttered, What's wrong with her? She's crying over her tea.

His eyes went past us to his kids as they descended upon the mouse, who had finally made a dash for the living room and found itself in its own personal hell.