Quotes About Curiosity

The trouble with Ian Mackenzie's questions was that he asked the unanswerable. And yet she should know how to answer—everyone should. But they couldn't, because everyone simply knew. Everyone except Ian.

Why? What can I do to help?" The man raised his brows. "Nothing. You've got great legs—I just want to see them next to me.

Think about it, Adam," Jim said. "Lady Amunsdale could tell us things. Could tell you things like...like...what that asshole Spencer's been up to. She is a witness. She's been here—everywhere—all along. Make Talia call her." Adam's expression shifted, his gaze sharpening with interest.

Symington hadn't been

Teach me about the delights," Sinclair said after a time, his voice low. "I can't see the wonders anymore. Show me what you see, Bertie. Please.

This was too absurd, and at the same time dismayingly tempting.

One thing I know for certain is that the longer I live and the more I learn, the more I realize that I know very little.

Broaden your horizons. They're the only ones you'll ever have, so make the suckers as wide as possible.

Dempseys are never in trouble. We just have stretches of life that are more interesting than others.

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

You, on the other hand, wish to know things. And no one can forgive a girl for that.

I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

I'm not crazy; I'm curious.

But eating was the last thing on my mind. And I didn't see how Miss Wilcox could eat, or teach, or sleep or ever find any reason to leave this room. Not with all these books in it, just begging to be read.

Asking questions, demanding explanations—these things always led to trouble

Why do you always want to read about other people's lives, Matt? Ain't your own good enough for you

So. Are you going to tell me where we're going? Sure. Yeah? We're going to the most beautiful place in Paris, he says. Cool, I say. I love that place. He laughs and I decide to stop asking.

May Delano looked up from her book. "What's a wayward girl?" she asked. Jo groaned. "Never mind," Trudy said. "Tell me," May whined. "Very well," Trudy replied, turning to look at May. "A girl who is with child but without a husband." May laughed. "Shows what you know, Trudy Van Eyck. The stork brings babies after you're married, not before.

There has to be a reason things are the way they are here. If only I can find out what it is.

The sky had no answer for her.

What can I say? I merely wish to smoke. Sparky can forgive that. You, on the other hand, wish to know things. And no one can forgive a girl for that.

Astrid's eyes widened. 'What happened?' she asked quietly. Becca arched an eyebrow. 'Suddenly you care?' 'Yeah, Becca, I do. A lot.

Asking questions, demanding explanations—these things always led to trouble. The moment a girl learned how to talk, she was told not to.

You can't tell a seventeen-year-old anything. They think they're immortal. They don't listen. Seventeen-year-olds have to see it for themselves.